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I woke up in a hotel bed after my brother’s wedding not really knowing if I was in my own room. Several family members from both sides rented rooms at the reception venue at a discounted rate so we didn’t have to worry about drinking and driving late at night. I got rip-roaring drunk the night before and was almost afraid to turn over in bed. I knew I might have done something I would regret later. I laid there for a few moments and could feel the presence of another person laying next to me. I gathered up my courage and turned around.

What I saw will be embedded in my brain for a lifetime. In the bed next to me was my Aunt Carol, naked, as was I. As I began to awaken, the events of last night were slowly coming back to me. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my twenty-two years but this one was at the top of the list. There was no talking my way out of this fiasco.

It all started on the Friday before the ceremony at the pre-wedding family dinner. I was my brother Don’s best man and he told me he was going to try and fix me up with his wife Sandy’s maid of honor, her sister Barb. Barb was a little older than me but single and sexy as all hell. She was a brunette, average height and weight but she had a gorgeous, round ass that filled out her black leggings and her tits were at least 36c’s if not bigger. She was only in town for the weekend and I was hoping for a quick wedding hookup.

My brother told me, “Sandy said her sister likes to have a good time. I hope things work out for you Rick.”

“She’s one fine looking woman Donny, I hope I can get some of that fine pussy too.”

I have dark hair, dark eyes and women have told me that I’m attractive. I’m 6’2″ with an athletic body from working out so I thought I had a shot at getting Barb into my bed if I played my cards right. I couldn’t be too obvious or too anxious but I planned to turn on the charm and reel her in with my boyish smile.

It was a small wedding party, only two of us standing up and only some close friends and family invited. My dad was the oldest of a larger family of four boys and his baby sister, Carol. My grandparents had Carol late in life and from what I heard, her birth wasn’t planned. My aunt was known to be kind of wild. My grandparents were worn down by raising four rambunctious boys and by the time my aunt was a teenager, they were simply worn out. She was the only girl too so she got away with a lot more than her older brothers ever did.

The family gossip was that my aunt was a “free spirit” which meant she was wild as a teenager and it continued throughout her life. Now in her mid 40’s, never married, the rumor was that she was a cougar who liked the company of younger men. Her plus one backed out at the last minute so she attended the wedding by herself.

When my Aunt Carol arrived at the dinner, she was fashionably late and made a grand entrance seeing she was used to being the center of attention. Even though she was more than twice my age, I have to admit she looked pretty good for a woman her age. She’s a petite lady, about 5’3″, with brownish-red hair, blue eyes, and a trim figure. She was wearing a short jean skirt with a low cut camisole top that showed off her 34b cleavage. My father rolled his eyes when he saw her and my mom gave her a look of disgust for wearing clothing she believed was for a much younger woman.

My mother had warned the bride’s family about her sister-in-law but Carol knew she was a good looking, middle-aged woman and she planned to enjoy herself for as long as she could. She was a natural flirt and got some people mad by toying with their husbands or boyfriends. Apparently, she had been known around town as the reason a few marriages ended because she slept with various married men. A lot of women were happy when she moved out of town to take a lucrative job. There is no doubt she was the black sheep of the family. I always got along great with my Aunt Carol and she would flirt with me sometimes too. I think she did it because she knew it would piss off my mom. I played along for those same reasons, besides, everyone likes a compliment and to feel they are attractive. It was all in good fun but now that I was a little older, she got more bold in her flirtations. When we were together at family functions, she never failed to give my ass a squeeze when no one was looking and I may have given hers a gentle touch too from time to time.

When she saw me, she came over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said, “Why Ricky, you are such a handsome young man.”

All through dinner Aunt Carol kept making eye contact with me while I was trying to talk to Barb, trying to set things up for the next night when I would make my move to try and have sex with her. We’d be together most of the day celebrating, partying, drinking and dancing. My aunt was flirting with all of the men there, most of them were married, and their wives kept a watchful eye on their husbands to make sure they weren’t tempted porno by my aunt, the known seductress.

The wedding day was crazy. My brother and I got dressed in our tuxes together, exchanged some stories of our younger days when we got into trouble, sometimes getting caught, sometimes escaping detection. We joked about how great it would be if Barb and I liked each other and we could end up getting married to sisters. I made sure I had the wedding ring and got him to the church on time.

When I first saw Barb in her bridesmaid gown, my thoughts went immediately to wondering what she was like in bed. The gown was tight and low cut that accentuated her fine female attributes. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage but tried my best not to stare. The gown had a high cut slit in front that showed off plenty of her long legs and just a hint of her meaty thighs when she walked. Damn, she was hot.

After the ceremony, all the nerves were gone and it was time to begin the celebration. We shared champagne with my brother and his new bride in the limousine before we took pictures and drank even more on the way to the reception at a fancy downtown hotel. It was one of the happiest days of my brother’s life and I was thrilled to be able to share it with him. We were going to have a damn good time.

After the formalities of giving an embarrassing speech about my brother, dinner and the cutting of the wedding cake, it was time for him to throw the garter belt and for Sandy to throw the bouquet. My brother had a plan to toss the garter to me which worked out perfectly as I wrestled a few other guys for it. I’m 6’2″ with a decent, athletic build so he made sure to throw it high enough where I would be able to get it before the other single men.

Things didn’t work out so well for Sandy who had a similar plan for her sister to catch the bouquet. My Aunt Carol stepped in front of Barb, leaped and snatched it just before Barb could catch it. Sandy and Barb seemed like they were both a little upset that my aunt disrupted their plans. I was disappointed too because I wanted to have the pleasure of sliding the garter up Barbs’s legs. Now, I had the embarrassing task of doing this traditional ceremony with my older aunt. The crowd got a good laugh out of it though and we got ready for the next move.

The DJ brought out a chair for my aunt to sit on. She was wearing a very short, low cut, V-neck, little black dress. When she sat down, her dress rode up her legs to show off her bare skin above the black stockings she was wearing. I have to admit she looked darn good but she was still my aunt and there was a crowd of people watching and making fun of us seeing I was her nephew.

I got down on one knee as the DJ put on some sexy music. I looked up at my aunt’s legs and from my vantage point, I noticed I could see right up her dress to her black lace panties which I assumed were a thong. As I began to move the garter past my aunt’s black heels, her legs parted slightly and she lifted her leg. I could see through the sheer lace of her panties that her pussy was cleanly shaven. I felt the soft texture of the nylon fabric of her stockings as I began to slowly slide the garter higher up towards her knee.

Just then the DJ announced, “The higher you place the garter on her leg, the more years of good luck the married couple will have.”

I heard people in the crowd yelling, “Higher,” and “You want them to have good luck don’t you?”

Aunt Carol looked down and me and quietly said, “Don’t be shy Ricky. It’s okay.”

By this time, I already had a few drinks in me and I didn’t want people thinking I was scared, so I slowly kept pushing the garter past my aunt’s knee on my way towards her thigh. I thought she was going to stop me when I got past her stocking top to her bare thigh but she just sat there with a smile on her face. I pulled the garter up her thigh until my finger brushed across her panties. The crowd cheered wildly when I stopped and the men’s eyes were wide after getting a good show of Aunt Carol’s legs and a peek at her panties. When I stood up, I noticed my mom glaring at me. It was that familiar glare from when I was a kid and had done something to piss her off.

My instinct was to freeze for a moment but then I thought, “I’m twenty-two, I’m at my brother’s wedding, it was all in good fun and fuck it, I’m going to have a good time and not worry about what my mother thinks.”

My brother patted me on the back and handed me a shot. After he had his first dance with his new wife and the mother/son, father/daughter dances, it was time to celebrate and celebrate we did. We drank and danced the night away. I stayed close to Barb and tried to dance with her as much as I could. I watched those marvelous tits bouncing as we danced to the fast songs and felt them brushing up against my chest when we slow danced. Things were working out just as I had planned. I saw my aunt dancing with a couple of guys but it was a small wedding so the prospects for anime porno her weren’t all that good but I didn’t care. It was almost time for me to close the deal with Barb.

Before I could seal the deal, I got called out to take more pictures with the family, stopped at the men’s room and got another drink from the bar. When I got back, Barb was dancing with another guy. I tried to move in but she seemed to like him better. Damn it, I got frozen out in just a few short minutes. I was pissed and went over to the bar where I scanned the crowd for another woman I could bring up to my hotel room later. There really weren’t any other women that seemed worth it and I ended up having a drink with my aunt at the bar. She noticed I struck out and tried to console me saying she wasn’t going to get lucky either.

The DJ announced it was the last song so I accepted my aunt’s invitation to do a slow dance with her to end the night. I had a lot to drink and as we danced I couldn’t help but try to peek down her dress at her small tits. I think she knew what I was doing but never made an attempt to stop me either. She looked up at me with her blue eyes and I have to admit she looked pretty good for a woman in her 40’s. I thought it was a shame some guy her age wouldn’t get a chance to fuck her that night.

When the song ended, she said to me, “It’s still early; do you want to have a drink at the hotel bar with me? Maybe we’ll both find someone there.”

“Sure, why not Aunt Carol. I’ve got nothing else going on.”

Over the next couple of hours, my aunt and I had several drinks and got shit faced drunk. It was kind of fun to hear about some of her wild times when she was younger and drove my family crazy with some of the boys she would hang out with that didn’t meet with their approval and how they didn’t like the fact that she hung out with younger guys now. She said she enjoys sex and young guys have more stamina than old men as she called them. Besides, women reach their sexual peak later in life than men so they were a good match for each other.

I shared some stories of my younger sexual conquests and some things I did that pissed off my parents. Sharing stories helped bring us closer together and felt a bond building between us. While we were drinking, she made sure she gave me some good looks at her legs, up her skirt and down her dress. She had nice, little, pert tits with hard nipples. I had to remind myself that she was my aunt but what guy isn’t going to look at a naked pair of tits or up a ladies dress when given the opportunity? It’s not like I was going to make a move on her or anything, even though the thought did cross my mind. I quickly dismissed it though, knowing it would be scandalous if anyone found out. It just wasn’t an option. Despite her flirtations, she probably wouldn’t do it either.

After a couple of hours, we were both pretty drunk and she asked me to help her to her room. Being the gentleman that I am, I never gave it a second thought. We both stumbled over to the elevator and staggered into the small compartment. The elevator started with a sudden jerk and my aunt fell into my arms. I accidentally grabbed her boobs when I caught her and she simply looked up at me and smiled. We both staggered down the hallway to her room where she fumbled with the key to get in. Once inside, she fell backward onto the bed, her legs parted and her sheer panties exposed.

She then told me, “Hey Ricky, check out the mini-bar and make us both a nightcap.”

It sounded like a good idea at the time. I took a couple of small bottles of whiskey and mixed it with some ginger ale and served us both drinks in little plastic cups. I watched as she took off her shoes, parting her legs in a very unladylike manner, giving me a full view of her stockings, bare thighs and sheer underwear but she was too drunk to care. I’m still a young stud and enjoyed the eyeful of her carelessly laying on the bed. She told me how much her feet hurt and asked me to give her a foot rub.

I was drunk, feeling a little frisky and let her place her feet in my lap as I gently massaged her nylon covered feet while enjoying the sight up her dress. I was enjoying the feeling of the soft nylon fabric and touching her heels, soles of her feet and toes underneath. Even though I’m her nephew, I’m also a horny college senior and had to control the wicked thoughts going through my mind. Yes, we were both drunk but it really seemed like my aunt was coming on to me. My dick started to stir in my pants so I made an excuse of wanting to make another drink so I could stop her foot massage. If I continued there was no doubt it would lead to a full blown hard-on so I had to distract myself.

I made us both another drink and clicked glasses as a cheer towards what was turning out to be a nephew/aunt bonding moment. I didn’t realize the bonding was only beginning. My aunt excused herself to go to the bathroom and to get comfortable. While I was waiting for her to arap porno return, I was looking out her window at the city skyline when I heard the bathroom door open. When I turned around I saw that my Aunt Carol had taken off her dress and was standing near the bed topless, wearing only her sheer lace thong and black stockings. Things were really heating up. She again told me how handsome I was and how good I looked in my tuxedo.

At first, I was scared and nervous. I mean, holy shit, my aunt, who was twice my age was now half-naked in her hotel room making an obvious offer of having sex with her. I almost ran out of her room but I was frozen in place. I couldn’t take my eyes off her pert titties and her slender figure.

Aunt Carol did a slow turn, giving me the opportunity to scan her entire body, especially her nice ass and asked, “Not bad for a middle-aged woman, don’t you think?”

I stammered a response, “Um, uh, wow. You look great.”

As my aunt began to approach me I got scared. My dick was telling me to do one thing and my brain was telling me another.

My aunt came right up to me, rubbing her tits against my chest and her hand stroking my growing erection through my pants and said, “Seeing we both struck out tonight, maybe we could have a little fun ourselves.”

She continued to rub me through my pants and began to kiss my neck and rub her other hand over my chest while I tried to stop her, “No, Aunt Carol, we can’t do this. I’m your nephew.”

“I know, that’s what makes it even more exciting.”

I told her to stop, that we couldn’t do this but she got down on her knees and began to unbuckle my pants and lower my zipper. I again told her to stop but she continued on to pull my pants and underwear down to my ankles. Freed from the confines of my pants, my erection bobbed in front of her face. I guess I could have been more forceful in my pleas to stop but I was so horny by this time, my dick took control of my thoughts.

When she saw my dick she started to stroke and kiss it, telling me, “Um, you have such a lovely cock Ricky. Let me see what I can do to help you out tonight.”

She then began to lick my dick and I half-heartedly pleaded with her to stop while also placing one hand on the back of her head as she began to give me a slow, sensuous blow job. I looked down at my aunt’s head bobbing on my dick and decided to relax and enjoy it. What young guy can refuse a blow job? I told myself I wasn’t going to let it go any further than that; a blow job was as far as I’d let this go.

I began to moan in pleasure as her lips surrounded my dick, sucking me and swirling her tongue around it. My aunt was giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had and there is no way I was going to stop her now. Holy shit, could she suck a dick. I then held the back of her head and began to face fuck her which she seemed to also enjoy. I was afraid I was about to cum so I pulled her head off my dick. She looked up at me with a look of disappointment. I then had her stand up. She had a curious look on her face and a broad smile broke out when I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down.

It may have been the alcohol or being extremely horny by then but it was then that I figured since I already crossed this line, I might as well go the distance. Aunt Carol stared at me with a look of lust in her eyes as I began to quickly strip off my clothes before approaching the bed. I was a determined young man and I was with a woman that was offering to have sex with me, well then, I was going to give it to her good.

She looked me up and down and said, “I will always love the sight of a naked young man in my bed.”

Without saying a word, I began to tug at her thong. She lifted her hips so I could get them off. My aunt was now naked in her hotel room bed, except for her stockings. She spread her legs in a silent invitation to me. I was so fucking horny by that time, I never stopped to consider the consequences that I may face if anyone ever found out what I was about to do to my aunt. I climbed between her legs, slipped my dick into her and began to fuck her hard as she wrapped her legs around my waist while she lifted her hips in rhythm to my thrusts. I looked down at her beautiful face and saw a look of lustful pleasure as I pounded her pussy. I played with her tiny tits as I fucked her hard and fast.

When I felt my orgasm approaching, I decided not to cum in her pussy out of fear of getting her pregnant so I withdrew from her and straddled her chest to feed her my hard cock. She expertly used her lips and tongue to bring me to a raging orgasm and I flooded her mouth with my cum. She swallowed every last drop and sucked me dry.

I told her, “Hot damn, you sure know how to fuck.”

She replied, “You’re not so bad yourself. Now it’s your turn to get me off Ricky.”

I smiled at my aunt and began to kiss and nibble on her neck, then making my way down to lick, suck and play with her tits and nipples. I really enjoy sucking on a woman’s tits so I took my time and she seemed to enjoy it too. When I felt her gently pushing on the top of my head, I knew exactly what she wanted me to do so I began to kiss and lick my way down her petite body.

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Thomas was my brother. My parents adopted him when we were kids, so I had always thought of him that way. By high school I had started to have confusing feelings for him, but I thought college would make those go away. I wasn’t prepared for the rush of emotions I felt when I saw him on my first break home from school.

“Sis! I hardly recognized you!” he said when I walked in the door. Before I could react, he grabbed me into a hug.

“Thomas, I missed you,” I managed to squeak. He had big square shoulders, and I always thought of him as a typical jock. Now his arms felt strong and safe. I pulled away, embarrassed but warm. I saw him look me up and down. I had also filled out some; the freshman fifteen had gone to my hips and exercise had expanded my chest. “Wow, Caroline, you look great,” he said.

“Don’t just stand there,” Mom said, pushing by to get a hug. “Go get her bags.” I was relieved for the interruption. I had messed around with a few guys at school, but none of them made me feel like my brother. Stop that, I thought to myself. He’s my brother, not a potential boyfriend.

I went to my old room, and I didn’t have any time to compose myself before Thomas came in with my bags. He dropped them on the dresser and jumped on my bed. “So what’s college like?” he asked, lying on his stomach and propping up his head with his arms.

“You should I know, you went.” I said, unpacking my suitcase.

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to go to big ole State U. Are there a ton of hot girls? Besides you, of course.”

“Thomas!” I blushed. “There are a lot of fraternity girls in my dorm. I don’t go to a lot of parties, though. Not my thing.”

“No, I’m sure you are the perfect student. Always straight As in high school.” He sighed. “Did you have a little fun at least? Looks like you’ve been working out.”

“I joined the colorguard. Who knew flag twirling could build muscle?” The days outside had also darkened my skin. Back in high school, people had always assumed we were related because we had the same skin tone, the color of dark wood. I held my arm against his. “I got a tan,” I said. He laughed.

“You got some muscles, too.” He ran his hand up to my shoulder. They were still big and rough. He played football in high school. I shook myself away. I had goosebumps.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“I quit the job and came back. I’m crashing until I find a new one.” He only went to school two years before going into a trade, something to do with electricity. “Mom still has both our rooms the same.”

“I noticed,” I said, looking around. Had I really outgrown the pop stars and princesses in one semester? “It feels good to be home.”

“I know what you mean,” he said, staring at me. I turned away quickly, wondering why I felt like blushing again. He’s only your brother, I thought to myself.

I remembered seeing him in the bathroom one weekend when he came home to visit. It was just after my 18th birthday, a few months before I graduated high school. I never thought much of banging on the bathroom door to get him out, but this time I noticed the door porno izle wasn’t all the way closed. When I looked in, he was undressing to get in the shower, facing the doorway but looking down. I saw the toned muscles rippling under his dark brown skin. His arms and legs were slim and round—they gave him a lot of speed on the football field. His wrinkly cock was swinging between his legs. It looked long even while flaccid, and I wondered what it would look like hard. Thomas never brought many girls home, but I’d overheard him tell his friends how they liked to suck it. That day I thought about what it would be like to taste him. I was ashamed of my thoughts, but it still made me wet. I had slipped away without disturbing him.

Mom made all of my favorites for dinner. She was humming and pecking like a hen. I think she missed me more than I missed her. Dad was the same as usual, watching TV and checking his phone. Thomas kept watching me, teasing and asking questions about college life. We had not kept in touch, so it was good to be with him again. I just wished I could stop thinking about how handsome he was.

Before bed, I decided to read my book. It was a trashy romance novel, but I loved the sex scenes. I was wearing just a t-shirt and panties for easy access. Just as it was getting to a good part, my door swung open and Thomas bounded in.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I shoved the book under the covers. “What are you reading?” He pulled down the covers and grabbed the book. “Oh, sis! Look who’s being naughty!”

“Stop it,” I whined, trying to grab it back. “I’m an adult. I can read whatever I want.”

Thomas flipped open to a page. “‘He rubbed his quivering manhood over her flooded lips…’ Does that get you hot, sis?”

I crossed my arms and didn’t answer. He grinned at me mischievously. “So how about it, you getting any in college? Not just reading about it, I hope.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been out with a few guys.”

“Yeah? And?”

I squirmed. “Why do you want to know?”

“I just want to make sure you’re having fun,” he said, flipping through the book. “God knows you couldn’t get in any trouble in this house.”

Our parents had been kind of strict. “I’ve done…a couple of things.”

“Like what?”

“Thomas! I can’t tell you what.”

“Yes, you can.” He pushed up to sit beside me. “Mom and Dad are out at dinner, remember? Look, you can whisper it to me.” He dramatically looked around the room, and then cocked his ear toward me. I felt warm all over.

“Well, I gave this guy a blow job.” I wasn’t a virgin, but until college it had all been one guy.

“Bravo, a blow job.” He politely clapped. “Did he return the favor?” When I shook my head, he said, “He didn’t? Did he even finger you?”

“It’s only been one semester,” I joked. It wasn’t enough to divert the look in his eyes. I tried to tamp down the tingle in my crotch. “It’s no big deal.”

“Do you like to masturbate, sis?” he asked in a low voice. I couldn’t help but look down his pajama bottoms. Was there a bulge there?

“Why?”

“I mean, you’re reading a trashy sex novel, amatör porno what if you get horny?”

I was already horny. “Then I’d…do something. After my brother left the room,” I said, trying to at least pretend to fight.

He looked around again, smiling wickedly. “I don’t see any brothers. No parents, either.” I just stared at him, hardly able to breathe. “Look Caroline, I know I’m technically your brother, but I’ve always thought you were pretty hot. Especially when you came home the other day. Doesn’t that make me a terrible brother?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking. “Adopted brother.”

He put the book down and reached down into my pants. His fingers quickly found my wetness.

“Are you horny, Caroline?” he asked, lightly stroking my clit. “Want me to help you ‘do something?'”

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine anyone but my brother doing this. I couldn’t. I didn’t want anyone but my brother doing this. He circled my clit with his thumb while his fingers dove in and out of my pussy. It felt so good. I leaned my head back and massaged my breasts with my hands. He rubbed until the tingle became a flood. I pumped against his palm as the wave hit me, moaning as my juices covered his hand. He pulled away and sucked on his fingers.

“Mmm,” he said. I felt faint watching him. My brother. “God, that was hot. I think I have my own problem to take care of now.”

I didn’t need any other prompting. I leaned over and pulled on his pajama pants. His cock popped out, stiff and thick. Anxiously I looked toward the door. What if mom and dad came home?

“It’s ok, sis,” Thomas whispered. Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on his cock. I rubbed it gently, eliciting a groan from him. I looked back. He had closed his eyes and rolled his head back.

“Put it in your mouth,” he whispered. “Please.”

I bent down and licked the head of his cock. It bounced away, and when it came back, I caught it in my mouth. He groaned louder as I pulled the shaft in past my lips and down my throat. I couldn’t get past my gag reflex, but I knew how to use my tongue and hand. He rubbed my back while I worked. Suddenly he lifted his hips.

“Oh fuck, Caroline, I’m going to come!” As soon as he said it, his cock shuddered and streams of cum started to hit the roof of my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but the rest seeped into my hand onto his crotch. He exhaled loudly and grinned. I blushed.

“How was that?” he asked. “Better than your dates?” I nodded. “You going to let me eat you out?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” I said. “We can’t get caught.”

He put a finger on his lips. “It’s our secret.”

He was gone most of the next day. I spent the whole time wondering if I should tell Mom and Dad what happened. I relived every moment, bouncing between guilt and happiness. He wouldn’t meet my eyes when he came home. I took that to mean he regretted it, so I kept quiet. He was still cheerful at dinner, but he didn’t tease me as much. When I tried to catch his eye, he looked away. Soon a friend called, and he was out the door again.

I went to anal porno bed confused—relieved that we didn’t have to talk about it, sad that he hadn’t enjoyed himself. I thought about him all night. His hands, his cock, his mouth. What would it be like to kiss him? Would it feel weird? I thought I was dreaming when I felt him slip in bed behind me. His hands reached around to cover my breasts, and he kissed my neck. I leaned back and could feel his cock pressing against me. He was naked. Shocked, I turned over and looked at him.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a whisper.

“I’m coming back for seconds.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“You hardly talked to me all day,” I complained.

“I know. I just didn’t want it to be weird. But I had fun, Caroline. I liked it.” He leaned down blindly and kissed my cheek. “A lot.” The next kiss was more accurate, capturing my mouth. I kissed him back and felt my body rising to meet his. He pulled me close and pushed his tongue deep inside me. When he pulled away, we were both breathing fast.

“What if Mom or Dad wakes up?” I asked.

“I closed the door this time.” He reached under my shirt, and I helped him pull it off. He held on to one breast while he licked the other, and then he switched. I shivered. He kissed down my belly, and when he reached my panties he pulled them off. He drew his finger down across my slit. He traced the outside and then the inside lips. Finally, he knelt down and followed the same path with his tongue. I shivered again, happy that I always kept that area shaved. Now my brother was enjoying it. He reached his tongue inside me, tasting my wetness. I moaned and lifted my hips to meet him. He licked upward and found my clit. He played with me for a long time, bringing me agonizingly close to an orgasm.

He pulled up my ear and whispered, “Are you going to let me fuck you, sis?”

I nodded, but knowing if he could see it, I whispered, “Yes.” I had never wanted anything so badly as my brother’s cock. He positioned himself over me and easily slid in. It felt like a perfect fit. I squeezed my pelvic muscles and he groaned. He made quick thrusts into me, and I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders. My orgasm thundered through me.

As I shook underneath him, I heard him saying, “Oh fuck, Caroline!” He repeated my name as he released himself inside me, and then he was still. I held him on top of me until I felt him getting soft. Neither of us seemed to want to move. Finally, he rolled out of my arms onto his side. I couldn’t see his face, but I heard him sigh.

“You better not have any STDs,” he said, back to his joking self.

“Thomas!” I hit him, and he laughed. He was still my brother. “What do we do now?”

I felt him shrug. “We just have to pretend like everything’s normal. It’s not like we can tell Mom and Dad. I’m going to come visit you at college, though.”

“You will?” I asked, excited.

“As long you pretend I’m your boyfriend.” He traced his fingers over my face. “How will they know?”

“We look alike.” I giggled.

“All black people look alike!” We both laughed out loud, but then I shushed him. I didn’t want to wake up Mom and Dad.

“Do you think we’ll get away with it?”

“I don’t care if we do or not. I just know that I love you, in that way.” He kissed me, and my stomach tingled.

I’d never felt happier.

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Theodoracopulos Athanasiou came out of his room at his mother’s voice.

“Tinkerbell, darling! We have a problem!”

Tink was 20 years old when his mother began sissifying and punishing him. He hated being called

“Tinkerbell” but he was absolutely hypnotized by his mother’s beauty!

Tink came downstairs, and Mummy was holding a soiled Kleenex in one hand, and a “Victoria’s Secret” catalogue in the other.

“I am afraid, Tink, darling, that you have erred again. Undress please.”

Tink gasped, and began blubbering

“Mommy, I’m sorry, it isn’t mine, Kostaris—”

But Mummy smiled grimly.

“Kostaris isn’t able to touch his dinkie, darling, remember?

You have the only unlocked one in the house. Undress now, before Mummy becomes very agitated.”

Tink undressed, carefully folding his polo shirt and khakis and putting them on an overstuffed pink brocade chair in Mummy’s parlor.

Slowly, he walked over to Mummy, and leaned over to grab his ankles, the position taken for a whipping in Mummy’s house.

“No no, darling.” Mummy said.

“We’ve tried whipping your naughty buttocks for illicit masturbation before, but now we’re going to go to the root of the matter. Stand straight up, darling.”

What would she do?

Shave his head?

Make him dance naked in front of the neighborhood cheerleaders? Mouse-trap his nipples…she’d done those…oh God, she was looking at his…oh no!

Tink gasped.

She was going to whip his dick!

Oh, no…his brothers had advised him to get out of punishments like this if he could…

“Hold still, Tink, we’ll get this over with quickly.” Mother said soothingly.

As Mother, auburn haired and resplendent in a purple tiered organdie gown ran a long magenta nail across Tink’s timorous penis.

“What’s wrong, don’t be shy little pee-pee,” Mother said as she played her fingers across her son’s lengthening cock.

“After all, you were shooting your messy out just a few hours ago while you were looking at those naughty pictures!”

“Mummy I am so sorry…”

But Mother ignored Tink, and continued her ministrations on his tumescent member.

“Look at this, Tinkerbell For shame, to be so excited when your own Mummy is touching you like this.

Although this happened last week when I had you on Diaper Punishment…your older sister told me that when she was changing you, your incestuous little wee-wee got hard…what a bad boy.”

Tink blushed with shame, but it did not keep his penis from growing even further, as Mother toyed and tickled it, and played with his balls.

“You understand, darling, that I have to make your penis all stiff and hard before I can give it an effective whipping, don’t you?”

Before Tink could respond, there was a halt to a slight creaking noise downstairs.

This meant that Dad had paused from running on the 12 foot hamster wheel. It had been quite a promotion to build a giant cage and wheel, and Dad, Spiro Jr., Kostaris and Tink all did at least an hour on it, running the wheel naked every day.

Mother’s cruel mouth, brightly varnished with Red Revolution Lip-gloss twisted in a rage.

She picked up her blackthorn coppice knobbed walking stick that had created welts on Tink’s buttocks so many times, and thundered it against the floor, loudly.

Hastily, the creaking continued, and quickly, Dad knew better than to be slacking off.

Tink imagined him down there, his naked pot belly jiggling as he ran unhappily on the huge wheel.

“Normally your sister or your Aunt Cassiopea would be here to supervise your Daddy’s running, with a nice dog-whip, but no one is available.”

Mother muttered this to herself, but then she brightened.

“Anyway, now, Tink darling your wee-wee is all excited over Mummy stroking you, what a good boy.”

Mother rubbed Tink’s penis harder.

“And now you are such a stiffie, go fetch my fiberglass crop from where it is soaking in the tub, please, dear.”

Mother had early learned that a crop sung more after sitting in a bathtub filled with freezing cold water. She knew how to make it really do an impact…yes, she did.

“P-please Mummy don’t whip my penis.”

Tink pleaded. I-I’ll try to stop masturbating please don’t whip me—”

But Mother’s emerald eyes glittered.

“Tinkerbell honey, I’ve tried everything else to keep our4 nasty paws off your penis.

I’ve put broken glass in your athletic jock strap, I’ve whipped your knuckles and palms bloody.

I’ve made you gargle with Clorox, and then gasoline,. I even tied you to the electric fence for purification. But you are a filthy minded little pervert!”

“I understand the common wisdom is that adolescent male onanism is normal and healthy, but that is not what the Good Book says.

We are going to nip this little habit of yours in the bud. Unless, of course you desire me to lock you in chastity like Daddy and your brothers, that might quell temptation.”

Mother looked searchingly at Tink….

And mobil porno Tink gasped and ran to the bathroom quickly fetching the soggy fiberglass crop. He didn’t want to be locked in a chastity device!

At least now Tink could jerk off in the college lavatory, and perhaps in the gym showers…

Yes, and once or twice he’d had relations with a girl from the university church group!

On the rare occasions Tink was allowed to go to a friend’s house, he could go in the bathroom and wank his Willy all he liked…

Ah but at home all the doors were locked, and Mummy was strict about timing bathroom trips, and of course you had to chart how many wees and how many “sticks” you’d emitted.

And Mother only allowed three squares of toilet tissue per bathroom trip, if you needed more, she’d give you an enema.

Mother was quite the environmentalist, and didn’t want the commode clogged up with a lot of toilet paper…

Mother also severely limited the trips to the restroom, believing boys had to learn to keep strict bladder and bowel control…

Yes,there was a lot of jumping up and down for the boys in their family!

But as bad as it was for Tink, Kostaris had it worse…

Kostaris, just a year older and also a student at the college was fully locked in chastity and was only allowed to jerk off at Christmas and his birthday…

Holiday masturbation was a luxury that Mother very reluctantly permitted as long as Kostaris made a 4.0 in school.

At Christmas last year he’d only had a 3.8, and had gotten gym socks for his birthday instead…it had been a miserable holiday for him!

And, of course, Kostaris’s chastity device precluded urination.

Only Mother or one of the aunts or sisters could unlock the device so poor Kostaris could pee…

God knew, Tink didn’t want to be like his poor brother who ran home, screaming with pain, both for lunch, and right after football practice!

Now, Tink brought the fiberglass cup to Mummy and she took it, smiling.

“Excellent, Tinkerbell. Now, darling, you need to stand with your hands on your head, and you must keep them there whatever the pain—unless of course you think you need to be cuffed.”

Tink shook his head vigorously.

“I will be a little man and take the pain, Mummy.”

Mother beamed.

“That’s a good boy Tink. Close your eyes now, I don’t want you to miss the suspense.”

Tink closed his reluctant eyelids, and bit his lower lip.

Suddenly he felt a scented kerchief being wrapped around his eyes. Oh no, a bandanna. Just in case he opened his eyes, Mother had it all covered.

This would be so scary.

Mummy’s slender fingers grasped his rod and gently she scraped the nails across his shivering glans.

Tink tried not to think of Mother’s swelling cleavage and her full saucy lips, the bouncing henna curls against her alabaster skin.

And of course, his penis swelled even further.

Suddenly her fingers swiftly vanished and Tink heard a swish, and s thin, scorching line of fire lashed across his thickened organ.

Did Spiro Create a Monster?

As Spiro Valiunas Athanasiou, Senior lumbered unhappily crawling on his hands and knees on the unforgiving steel bars of the giant hamster wheel, he wondered when life had gotten so weird.

In 1984, Spiro’s life was a train wreck; A dissipated wino playboy, addicted to cocaine and prostitutes…

Spiro had nearly brought the chain of “Olympic Appetite Diners” that his immigrant grandfather had spread across the Pacific Northwest into bankruptcy…

But he’d become engaged to a miracle woman! Beautiful, curly hair, and a shape that stopped traffic, his former typist became Spiro’s world.

And then Spiro told her of his secret fantasies.

“You want to be spanked, really?” his fiancée asked.

“Spiro, that’s a little odd, but I’m glad to oblige you.”

It was odd—Spiro’s parents, enthusiastic Seventies therapy-heads, had never raised a hand to him.

Their headstrong spoiled offspring had merrily gone through motorcycles, expensive cars, and fresh schools to be expelled from, what’s another wrecked Beemer, or another outraged headmaster, or a treatment center giving him an Administrative Discharge for non-compliance?

Really.

But Spiro, probably feeling a subconscious need for discipline, had been visiting dominatrixes since his mid teens, Pop’s Platinum Visa could easily afford it…but Spiro’s first two wives had recoiled from kinky stuff…

But his bride-to be seemed like the type he could try it out on, and he was right! Almost too right.

The girl was eager, there was no doubt.

All right, Big Boy, I’ll use this hairbrush since I don’t want to mess up my nice manicure by hand-whacking you.

I’m good at spanking, don’t worry. I had to raise my younger siblings, because Mom had two jobs, and when my brothers pissed me off, they ended up having to stand up and eat at the mantel, the pain was so bad…whee!”

Spiro gasped. “Babe, alman porno I don’t—” this was getting out of hand, really. His betrothed was looking a little malevolent, tapping the hairbrush against her leather miniskirt.

“Um, I don’t know honey, it—”

“No no, call me Mummy. It’s nice and British. Don’t use my name, no honey or babe. You’re a naughty boy, and I’m Mummy from now on.

This will be good for you, Spiro, you were tossed out of the Air Force for being too much of a slacker, and you were way in debt on your credit card bills and your alimony and child support before I cut up your Visa, and made you do a budget.

Now get over here!”

As Spiro quivered, “Mummy” pulled him to her and unbuckled his trousers.

“A good bare-bottom thrashing will clear up your cluttered head. “

As Spiro tried to move back, Mummy reached up from where she was sitting on the bed and grabbed Spiro by the ear, while her other hand yanked his boxer shorts to his knees.

Mummy swung Spiro’s ear down, and he fell across her lap.

“Oooh, I feel a hard-on you bad boy.”

It was true, Spiro was excited to have his penis against Mummy’s fishnet stockings.

But suddenly he felt a whack, harshly right across the crack of his pink bottom. And then, it came again, harder.

Spiro had felt uneasiness, and some arousing humiliation at being punished half naked by his clothed girlfriend…

Ah, but he forgot all that in the feeling of the hot sting of the rather large hairbrush, wielded by his intended, who he now must call “Mummy”.

“Embrace the pain, darling” Mummy said cheerfully as she paddled Spiro’s buttocks again and again.

“Please, Mummy, no more!”

Spiro felt like he had a nuclear war going on at his rear, and he was kicking his legs, entangled as they were in his bunched up trousers.

As the pain grew, he tried to remember what safe word he used to use with the professional Mistresses,

But there was none for Mummy!

So, in panic then Spiro attempted to arise from her lap, but his tiny 100 pound lady just grabbed his left arm and twisted it behind his back, and continued her earnest work with the hairbrush.

“Goodness, Spiro, you are crying like a little bitch, and your butt is the color of a plum…maybe it’s time to let you up. But this was fun!”

Mummy pushed Spiro off her knees, and watched him stand, blubbering, in front of her.

Mummy reached out and toyed with his cock, poking hesitantly between his shirttails.

Mummy’s red nails tickled and toyed with Spiro’s lengthening member, and he began to quit weeping and start panting.

Mummy grinned.

“You’re not mad at Mummy? That’s right, you can’t use my name anymore. I’m Mummy now, and you are barely worthy of it.

Fun having a Mummy who’s only twenty-four, isn’t it, you middle aged perv?”

Mummy shook her head as poor Spiro began sobbing again at her fresh insult.

“Now, calm down baby, look, Mummy’s going to take off her top, and her lacy little demi bra and let you kiss her boobies!”

They made wild love that night, fucking and sucking until dawn.

The spanking became a regular prelude to sex (It really made Spiro excited after the crying was done)

Sometimes Mummy would hold an ice pack to Spiro’s damaged buttocks while she sucked his cock!

It was true that Mummy hit much harder than the hired professional girls, but as she said, “You want authenticity, don’t you?”

But then, after they married, Mummy began indulging in disturbing pillow talk, calling Spiro her “little crybaby bitch”.

Yes, and eventually she insisted on riding Spiro on top, telling him he was not really man enough to mount her.

And then, annoyed that Spiro kept reaching up to fondle her full pink breasts during lovemaking, she tied his hands behind his back so all he could do was look up as she shook them over his face.

“Like seeing these titties, you little faggot, don’t think I’ll let you touch them.

Who do you think you are, a man? No, you’re merely a male, if that.”

Mummy was somewhat of a chain smoker, and while she rode Spiro’s dick, and he writhed in the bonds which trapped his wrists…

Mummy began flicking the sparks from her Lucky Strikes into his eyes and all over his face, so he had to constantly close his eyes and look away…but it never lessened the intensity in his penis!

After she’d finish one, she’d put it out, stubbing it painfully on one of Spiro’s nipples or on his stomach. It hurt, but it did make for memorable screwing!

After a time, Mummy lost interest in giving Spiro blowjobs, but oral sex was still required on her end.

Mummy would often ride up and down Spiro’s cock slowly, teasing him, and ordering him not to cum until she had had three orgasms on his rigid rod.

Then, when she was satiated, Mummy would allow Spiro to spurt into her vagina, and then crawl off his cock and ride his face until he had cleaned her out.

“You’re like a human bidet, alexis texas porno honey.”

And the corporal punishment prelude to sex stayed the same for a bit, but then the whole “pull down your pants aphrodisiac changed a bit, perhaps Mummy wanted to expedite it, or something.

Soon, when she felt horny, Mummy just ordered Spiro to strip, and then she would cuff his hands and lay him on his stomach on the bed, using a razor strop she’d inherited from “Momma” until her arm was exhausted.

“The hairbrush is nice, but I think the strop is far more effective, it seems to get your attention, Spiro.”

Then, after Mummy garnered the first drop of blood on Spiro’s anguished ass, Mummy would turn him over on the bed, strip off her clothes and hop on Spiro’s face, ordering him to lick her to several preemptory orgasms.

This before she’d move down his body to mount his now hard penis.

After a time, Mummy’s sexual appetite grew, and she demanded that Spiro fuck her two eight or nine orgasms before she’d allow him to finally erupt into her clitoral folds.

And then of course she crawled back to his face and Spiro had to lick Mummy’s clit clean before she’d climb off him and unlock his cuffs.

One day Spiro came home from work and Mummy was wearing what appeared to be a black one piece bathing suit.

Upon closer inspection the suit appeared to be a leather PVC corset that covered Spiro’s wife from her thigh tops to just above her swelling cleavage.

It was sexy as hell, and Spiro was shaking from his knees up…

Also, Mummy’s hair was tied back in a forbidding bun, and she was tapping the razor strop in her left hand.

“Take off your clothes, Spiro. I’m really pissed at you.

You forgot to do the dishes before you left this morning.” Lately Spiro somewhat instinctively had been doing more and more of the housecleaning.

Mummy had pensioned off the housekeeper, saying she didn’t want to make the woman be a “slave of the male patriarchy”

And she was way too busy herself to clean…Spiro had encouraged Mummy to get her GED and to enroll in college, as although Mummy was quite well read, she had had to quit school after the 9th grade to help support her family after her mother had passed.

So Spiro was making breakfast before leaving work in the morning but he had had an important corporate meeting and had forgotten to do the dishes.

Mummy up until now had only whipped Spiro as part of their sex play, and an actual punishment whipping was a new thing, but Spiro had had a feeling it might be coming.

Things had gotten a little rougher in the bedroom—recently Spiro had been fucking Mummy to her 12th orgasm, and told her that he couldn’t hold back his own shot.

By now, Mummy often had Spiro fuck her to many orgasms, but not get to cum every time himself, just every few times, as a way to stay in shape…and excited.

So it had been very difficult, and this last time Spiro was too excited, and when he told Mummy he couldn’t control his orgasm, Mummy had reached behind her perch on Spiro’s hips and punched him in the balls.

“You can’t control yourself” Mummy had said, “and you are slothful.” She had punched him a second time and said “You only think of your own desires, so selfish.” This had not only been a problem for her relationship with Spiro…as a stepmother, she was quite strict, and Mummy was.

Spiro had one son from his previous marriage, Spiro Junior, affectionately called “Spinner”.

After Spinner’s mother had died from a heroin overdose, Mummy had agreed to let Spiro bring his adult son to live with them.

And Spiro had noticed that Mummy was almost as hard on Spinner as she was on Spiro, whipping the boy’s bare buttocks for seemingly small infractions.

When he’d objected, Mummy had replied “Your son is slothful, just like you are, and I’m going to nip that in the bud.” This cold response had quieted Spiro immediately.

Strangely, Spinner, in spite of the strict discipline, was fond of his new stepmother, and when the boy had been given a chance to live with his permissive and indulgent grandparents, he’d preferred to stay where he was.

But the day that Spiro came home to an angry, corseted wife and unfinished dirty dishes, Spinner was at a violin lesson, and Mummy was ordering Spiro to strip for the strop!

After a particularly vicious whipping, Spiro had thought it would be sex time, but Mummy had pulled him off the bed by the left nipple and dragged him to the hall closet.

“You are being punished so there’s no sex for you.”

Spiro still snuffling crouched in the hot clothes closet and waited. He heard Spinner coming home after about an hour, and there were noises of dinner being made and eaten.

Yes, and then Spinner was playing “Turkey in the Straw”, showing Mummy the efforts of his lesson.

Just after this there had been anguished screams from Spinner, and then some crying, evidently Mummy was displeased with her stepson’s progress.

Then Spin apparently was packed off to for his seven p.m. bedtime, and then Mummy was watching television for about three hours.

Finally around midnight, Mummy had unlocked the closet door and pulled poor, befuddled, sweating Spiro (who had been sitting just under a fur coat) out of the closet.

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(The continuing saga of Maureen as she is sold into slavery. This episode does contain incest so stop reading now if that offends you. Otherwise enjoy!)

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The next two weeks were full of more sexual escapades, each more erotic and deviant than the one before. Training also started to change. The girls learned how to walk, dance and sit the right way. They also learned etiquette and manners and all about cleaning and cooking and serving drinks. It seemed as if they were training to become maids.

Maureen and the two other girls were subjected to threesomes and foursomes and golden showers and almost everything she had ever heard of. She was concerned that she seemed to enjoy almost all of it. Here, in this place, she had no sexual inhibitions and she was only mildly embarrassed to perform sexually in front of Amanda and the other girls. Maybe it was because they were doing the same things or that there were no repercussions. No one would ever know what she was doing here. Maybe it was because none of this seemed real. It was like being in a fantasy world. Even the pain of the shock collars and Lorraine’s sudden ending seemed like distant memories.

The fantasy world suddenly changed one morning as the Maureen and the other girls were violently dragged out of bed. Amanda stormed into the room with a bundle of clothes for each girl.

“Put these on now!” She demanded. “You have two minutes.” She stood there arms folded across her massive chest watching her three charges dress.

The outfits were all ankle length plain dresses with socks and boots. There were no bras or underpants. They were all given black overcoats with hoods. The masked men that had pulled them all out of bed had left. Amanda was dressed exactly the same.

“We’re going on a train,” Amanda said. “Do not ask me why or where. In fact do not speak at all. Am I understood?”

Maureen and the other two girls nodded in unison.

“Follow me then, quickly and quietly,” Amanda commanded and then added. “I will leave you here to rot, if you don’t keep up or if you attempt to flee.”

Amanda headed out of the bedchambers and through the main room to where the door on the far side hung upon. Maureen thought about escaping if she got the chance, but the thick collar around her neck was giving her serious doubt about her chances. How long was the range from Amanda’s bracelet to this collar? Where were they going? Amanda picked up the pace and the three girls hurried to catch up. Latonya’s large breasts were bouncing wildly as she ran to keep up. Maureen put an arm across her own chest as she jogged to keep her own giant breasts from flopping about.

Maureen made a conscious effort to take in every detail that she could. Once outside the large steel door that had marked their world for the past few weeks, she was shocked to find that it wasn’t another stone hallway. Amanda was leading them down a carpeted hallway with smooth painted walls adorned with fantastic artwork and mirrors. This hallway opened up to what could only be a ballroom. Amanda led them across the tiled floor and through a double door on the other side. This led to a small enclosed courtyard with a beautiful fountain in the middle. Far behind them, Maureen thought that she could make out the sounds of men yelling and some distant banging of some sort. Amanda seemed to notice this too and she started walking faster.

They made their way across the courtyard and into another building. Amanda navigated them through a series of small rooms and through a small red wooden door that led them into a garage. It was empty except for a black van. The Ox was there in the driver’s seat. She had no idea how he fit in there. Amanda ushered them all inside. There were no seats back here and the four girls sat on the floor. Amanda then placed a black sack over each girls head so that they couldn’t see.

Maureen heard the van start and the sliding door slam shut and soon the van was moving. The van ride was uneventful although long. They had driven for hours. When the van finally stopped, Amanda removed the hoods and commanded them to follow her again. Maureen looked around and even though Amanda had told her where they were going, she was surprised to find herself at an actual train station.

Amanda gathered the girls around her. “I will not think twice before shocking you to death right where you stand if you so much as make me think you are escaping,” She said, voice cold as ice. “You will stay no less then five feet from me at all times. There are others who will be joining us on this journey as well. Think on that.” Then she started toward the far end of the station.

The girls hurried to keep up and stay within Amanda’s commanded space. Latonya kept falling behind and if not for Laura and Maureen pulling her along, Maureen had no doubt that she would be convulsing on the platform in her death throes. It really was the perfect death. Amanda could invisibly kill them and be safely away before she could ever be found. She wondered sex izle if The Ox would be joining them.

They boarded a train and Amanda herded them into a private compartment, complete with its own private bathroom. “Very good girls,” Amanda said with a wicked little smile. “You may make it through this day alive, yet.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Amanda gave them all a look that said not to try anything or say anything, and then got up and opened the door. It was the large bearded man. The Ox was coming with them. Amanda let him in and he took a seat on the other side of the compartment. Maureen wondered what was going on. Where was the mean redhead that had been with The Ox? Why did they have to leave so fast? She was upset with herself that she hadn’t thought to try to leave a makeshift note, but the morning had unraveled too fast. The train started to pull away and Maureen turned her attention back on the bearded man. He really was huge, almost an ogre. Maureen thought on that a moment and then decided that he was indeed an Ogre or an Ox? She was too tired to figure out the difference.

He was staring at Amanda with an expression of pained frustration. She nodded at him. “Latonya,” she called out and the black girl jumped to her feet and stood in front of Amanda. “Our friend here has a problem that you’re going to solve.”

“What?” Latonya replied.

The Ox stood up and then unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and an enormous cock sprung free for all to see. Maureen gasped at the size of him. She had never seen anyone so large. The masked men that she had pleasured and fucked back in the chamber were all very well endowed but none even came close to this ogre. This Ox.

“He needs to cum Latonya,” Amanda said. “He has lost his friend and I promised him that you would take care of him. Please do so now.”

Latonya’s training kicked in, and she disrobed immediately. The bearded man grunted in approval at the sight of her massive black breasts. Her dark puffy nipples were sticking out obscenely. She walked over to him and dropped to her knees grabbing his thick cock in her hands and started to stroke him. He grunted again in approval. Latonya leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Maureen was amazed that she was able to accomplish this. His cock was so thick. Latonya had a big mouth though.

Latonya then started to take more of his massive cock into her mouth. She made a few gagging noises as his cock reached the entrance to her throat. She had nearly half of him in her mouth. It looked to Maureen like her mouth was going to split open it was stretched so tightly around The Ox’s massive cock. Then she started to bob her had back and forth, sliding her full lips up and down his shaft. The bearded man had closed his eyes and was thrusting his hips, driving his cock between Latonya’s thick lips.

Maureen and Laura watched intently as Latonya worked on The Ox’s cock. He suddenly grabbed thick handfuls of the black girl’s hair and started grunting as he came in her mouth. Latonya swallowed all of it, sucking him dry. She pulled her mouth away and stood up pressing her body against him. He smiled down at her grabbing one of her massive breasts. Something about watching The Ox smile made Maureen shiver. It wasn’t natural.

“Girl you had better watch it or he’ll be ready for another go at you,” Amanda said laughing.

“I want him to,” Latonya said, avoiding looking at Maureen and Laura. Both of the girls gasped at Latonya’s admission. It was one thing to enjoy the sex that they had been having but to wantonly ask for it. Was Latonya a willing slave? Would she even be able to accommodate his size?

Latonya sat down on the floor of the cabin leaning back and the bearded man got down on top of her. Latonya must have already been wet because he started slowly pushing his cock inside of her one inch at a time. Maureen could not believe that the black girl was taking his massive cock in her pussy. Latonya whimpered in pleasure as The Ox started to fuck her. He was plowing his cock into her in long slow, powerful strokes. Latonya was thrashing about beneath him her eyes rolled back into her head. The bearded man fucked her relentlessly and brutally and Latonya was enjoying every second of it.

“Uh…I’m cumming,” she moaned. “Oh god yes I’m cumming. I love your big cock.”

He kept fucking her throughout her orgasm, then tensed and grunted cumming deep inside her.

“Maureen, go clean her.” Amanda ordered. Maureen knew just what was being asked of her. She had performed this task dozens of times in the chamber but somehow this felt more real. She knew better than to hesitate though.

Maureen lay down on the floor on her stomach with her head beside the bearded man’s legs. When he withdrew his cock from Latonya’s pussy, Maureen’s mouth took its place. As his cum started leaking out, Maureen drank it in and when there was no more she licked Latonya clean with her tongue. When she was done she hurriedly alt yazılı porno got up and took her seat beside Laura. Latonya slowly got dressed and then joined the others on the bench seat.

The Ox sat back smiling and looking very contented.

“That was quite a show girl, but you’d better try to get some sleep. We have a journey ahead of us,” Amanda said smiling at Latonya. Then Amanda did something unexpected. She got up and moved over to Maureen and kissed her passionately, inserting her tongue in her mouth. She pulled away. “Delicious. You’re so lucky,” she said oddly, and then left the compartment. The Ox stayed.

Maureen didn’t know how long she slept. It must have been hours because it was dark outside when she awoke. The Ox was snoring in his seat across from them. Latonya had moved over at some point, and was snuggled against him. This couldn’t be good. Amanda still had not returned and Laura was fast asleep beside her. For a brief moment, Maureen thought about escaping, but then Amanda came through the door.

“We’re here girls,” she said. “Wake up and clean up.”

The girls all took turns cleaning up in the bathroom and getting ready. Amanda took great care to make she they were all up to her standards, and then led them out of the compartment and off of the train. The Ox took up the rear and the odd little procession made its way through a small rural train station.

Maureen had no idea where they were and couldn’t make out any signs at this end of the station. Amanda led them briskly outside and to a waiting van. There was no time to ask questions and no time to investigate their surroundings.

Once in the van they were subjected to the black hoods again. The Ox was not driving this time but sitting in the back with the girls. Maureen could hear his heavy breathing. Amanda had taken the front passenger seat beside an extremely angry looking muscular man in dark sun glasses. Maureen took a deep breath and felt comforted by the fact that they weren’t going to kill her and that at some point she would be able to escape. It wasn’t a matter of if but when. She only hoped that she would be able to help her two friends escape as well. She wondered if Latonya would even want to escape.

The van stopped after a short drive and Maureen could here a large garage door opening. The Van drove through and then stopped. Maureen could hear the garage door closing again and then the sliding door of the van opened. There were men shouting in a language that Maureen couldn’t understand and she was roughly helped out of the van and herded into a small room with the others. Once inside, Amanda pulled off the hoods and busied herself with straightening out the girls, paying special attention to their hair. The bearded man was not in the room and Latonya was not pleased by it.

“Sit down,” Amanda ordered. “Listen to me and listen carefully. Through that doorway behind me is your destiny. If you believe in god, pray that it’s a good one. “

“Aren’t you coming with us? Where is the man?” Latonya asked, clearly not caring if she got shocked.

Amanda just smiled. “Beyond those doors, you will meet your new masters,” she said. “You will never see me again. You have been trained well, but you must remember this. Disobedience out there will be met with death. Follow me now.”

They walked into a large room filled with people. At the center of the room was a raised platform. Maureen didn’t need to be told that this was an auction and they were being sold. Amanda led them to the side and they stood in line behind dozens of girls and handlers. Most were dressed exactly as Maureen and the others. Some girls were naked, but most of the handlers were bald like Amanda. All of the girls had the same collars on their necks. Many of the girls on stage were reduced to tears as they were led off the platform and out of the room. Latonya was led onto the stage by a masked man. He was dressed though. There were masked men throughout the room, some mingled in with the other people and some guarding the girls. Latonya was roughly stripped naked by the two handlers on the stage. There was quite a commotion as she was bid on and finally sold. Two large handlers led her out of the room. She looked back at Laura and Maureen, eyes full of tears and then she was gone. Laura was next. She was kept clothed and was taken away even faster than Latonya had been. She never looked back. Maureen couldn’t make any sense of the proceedings and why some of the girls were naked and others were not.

Finally, Maureen was led to the stage. She was stripped naked and there were audible gasps in the audience as her massive breasts were exposed. Both she and Latonya were much bigger than most of the girls here and that seemed to elicit quite a bidding war for them. Maureen couldn’t make sense of all the yelling and signs. She had no idea how or when the bidding had ended only that the two large handlers came and escorted her off the stage and out of the room.

She expected to find Latonya and Laura altyazılı sex izle through the doorway but she was dismayed to see that it led to an empty hallway. She was led down the long corridor and into a small examining room. Within minutes a man and woman came in and started to examine her from head to foot. They took her measurements, her blood pressure and even some of her blood. When they were done she was led to another room. This one was full of clothes. There was an elderly woman standing in the middle of the room. She was given a sheet of paper by one of the handlers that Maureen guessed had her measurements and weight on it.

The woman grunted and then disappeared into the racks of clothing. She returned with a black skirt, white blouse and matching undergarments that were just Maureen’s size. The clothing was very tight and showed off her curvy body exquisitely. The collar remained though. When she was dressed the handlers led her out of the room and down the hall into another room with a single table in the middle and a chair on either side. Maureen was guided to the far chair and the two handlers left the room.

A few moments later a small man in a three piece suite and thick glasses came in. He had a clipboard with some forms on it. He took a seat on the chair across from Maureen and cleared his throat.

“You must be Maureen. Yes?” he asked. “You may speak to me,” he said.

“Yes,” Maureen answered. “Am I going home?” she asked against all hope.

“Yes and no,” he answered. “That will be the last question you are allowed to ask though. Do you understand me?” he asked, showing her that he was wearing a bracelet that was identical to Amanda’s.

“Yes,” Maureen answered quietly.

“Here are the rules,” he said firmly. “You will not try to escape. You will do everything commanded of you without fail. You will attempt no communication with anyone. You will never mention that you are a slave. Do you understand these rules?” he asked.

“Yes.” Maureen answered.

“Good. Sign here please,” he said and offered her a pen and the first form on the clipboard.

Maureen saw no choice but to obey and sign. She had no idea what she was signing. He kept flipping though papers and Maureen kept signing them. When she was done he produced an inkpad and had Maureen mark each paper with her index finger.

“Ok, now it’s time for the important part,” he said, producing a small handbook which he placed in front of Maureen. “This is your employee handbook. You are now an employee of John Smith. You are his live in maid. Your primary job is to cook, clean and take care of the house and his family and perform any task or request made of you. The documents you signed are legal papers to that effect including a number of waivers and liability forms. You may keep your first name Maureen but your last name is now Prickett.”

Maureen nodded her understanding. She was a personal slave for some man named John Smith and her ruse would be that she was a live in maid.

“Good,” the man continued. “If you try to escape or break any of the primary rules you will be shocked of course. You are this man’s property and as such, he does have the right to kill you if he sees fit. He may contact us to handle you or replace you as well. Trust me. You don’t want that to happen. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Maureen answered.

“Now you may ask four questions. Begin.”

“How long will I be a slave?” Maureen asked, thinking instantly that she wasted one of her questions. She had to think.

“Until you die or he decides to free you,” the small man answered.

“What has happened to my friends?” she asked.

“Their fate is the same as yours,” he answered. “You will never see them again.”

“Are my parents alright?” Maureen asked.

He looked down at his notes. “Yes,” he answered. “They are…okay.”

“What if I make a mistake? What if I accidentally don’t act like a slave?” Maureen asked. “What if I forget my last name or…?”

“You had better hope you don’t,” he answered. “Mr. Smith is a fair man but he does not suffer fools. You leave in one hour and I expect you to have read that entire manual before then. Goodbye Ms. Prickett,” he said and then abruptly left the room.

Maureen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. At least her parents were okay, or were they? Why had he paused? What did okay really mean? What if he was just lying? Her father had not been killed. She had to believe that. She resigned herself to reading the manual. It was like most of the employee manuals she had read before, including paid time off, pay and other benefits. She would have laughed if it wasn’t so crazy, or if she really wasn’t a slave. There was no section on filing grievances or human resources. It was filled with primary job descriptions and information about the Smith household.

John Smith worked long hours at some corporation and was also away most weekends. He had two children, eighteen year old twins who were both in their last year of high school. Did they know that she was a slave? Maureen’s head started to spin with the implications. It appeared to be a secluded mansion just outside of town. The town and state were not mentioned. Then again, how did she know that she wasn’t in Canada or Mexico? She had to still be in North America.

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The following events and characters are fictional.

I wrote this for therapeutic reasons and kept true to the events as I remember them.

I was raised by my mother and stepfather in Bremerton, Washington. My mom and I rarely spoke, and my stepfather never spoke to me. I started attending community college in 2008. My second semester of college my mother was involved in an accident. On her way to work, she drove into oncoming traffic and was seriously injured in the crash. Upon arriving at the hospital, we learned she was in a coma. In the spring of 2009 I became a clerk at a call center working for Mr. McClaire. I made $12 an hour and was planning on moving out after saving some money.

My stepfather was receiving monthly checks from his ex girlfriend, who he had dated prior to my mother. Money was always short, that June my step dad told me he was no longer going to pay for my education, with my mom no longer working. I was the first woman in my family to attend college. I was so proud of my college experience. I earned 19 credits, but working full time for Mr. McClaire, sometimes some extra hours without pay to help out, I couldn’t keep my grades up and decided to drop out. My step dad was right, women are not meant to go to college. If they were, then I wouldn’t have been failing.

I would take the bus to work at 6am. I would work until 9am, then go sign the time card for the day. Then I would sign out a timecard at 5pm and work until 7pm. As Mr. McClaire put it, “The next bus doesn’t show up until then anyway.” Then I would take the 730pm bus home. It always felt good to help out a little extra at work.

My step dad said I was not making enough and needed to contribute financially, to help him support me and my mom. We decided that I would get a credit card under my name. I was super excited to sign up for a credit card. Once it was all done and I made my first purchase with the card, he took it. He had it so that he could use it to support me. By 2011, all my pay was being taken by the collections company for not paying off my credit. Around the same time, my step dad started receiving more money from his ex-girlfriend and was buying new stuff all the time. I asked him about helping with my debt and he said that I had to be an adult and handle my own debt.

He started walking around the house in underwear and drinking more. I could see his penis through his briefs, but I was too embarrassed to ever tell him. His drunken state was far more forward than his sober one.

Almost nightly, He started grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, to tell me he loved me. It felt like he was going to pull my hair out everytime, it really hurt. My eyes would water and I would have to hold back the tears. He would then press against me and I could feel him against my butt. His erection digging into my buttcheek would always make me nauseous and blush. He also started groping my breasts and butt whenever he would walk by. As time went on, he grew more bold with his advances.

In 2013, I was invited to a timeshare seminar being hosted in a low budget resort lobby. I had never attended a seminar of any kind before this. The invitation was given to me by a man in a suit and tie, so I decided that I was going to need a date. I soon realised that the only man I knew well enough to ask was my step father. He agreed to accompany me in his drunken stupor. I then rushed to try on my only dress.

I had developed some sense the last time I wore the dress and the dress was much tighter than I remembered. My increased cup size made the dress hardly able to contain me. The uncomfortable wire support made my breasts bubble out of the fabric. To my dismay the padding had come out at some point. My face reddened as I saw my more than ample cleavage and nipples poking through. “They are going to think I am an escort” I thought as I turned to check the back. The fabric had become somewhat transparent with it stretching over my butt. In the wrong lighting someone could see pretty much everything through the back of my dress. Not to mention the dress would expose half my rear end if I were to lean forward. I didn’t own the appropriate underwear for the dress. Any set of bra and panties would be an obvious eye sore and make me look even worse.

I walked timidly to the living room, conscious of my lack of underwear. My step father looked ridiculous in his collared shirt. His eyes grew wide as they studied my outfit.

We didn’t say anything the entire trip to the seminar. When we arrived in the middle of nowhere and started toward the venue, I altyazılı porno felt my step father’s hand slide down my butt. We entered a nice room with two tables and a handful of chairs. There were a few people talking in the shadow against the far wall. A short man greeted us, “Welcome to. . .” his voice trailed off as his eyes became fixated on my nipples. I awkwardly shifted my dress and looked at my feet. My step father shameless groped my butt as we listened to the soft elevator music in the room. He grabbed my wrist and led me briskly to the open bar. My forearm aches as he whispered hoarsely into my ear, “Order me a beer and call me sir when you hand it to me.”

I ordered the beer and the bartender placed it on the farside of the bar. I leaned to reach for it and I could feel my butt slowly being unveiled to the whole room. The men talking in the shadow began laughing behind me. I glanced back as I lifted the beer and everyone was staring. I was so flustered I forgot to fix my dress as I delivered the beer.

“Sit on my lap, sweetheart” My step father said to me as if he were announcing it to the room. He laughed and talked with a man while his erection rubbed against my butt. I sat red faced and mute as he slowly began fondling my breast. As the seminar concluded, we began to walk out with the group. His hand had my dress lifted and he was squeezing my exposed butt cheek. I walked staring at the ground, too mortified to even remove his hand. As I climbed into the cab, my dress snapped up to my lower back exposing everything. I saw multiple camera flashes light up the backseat in front of me as I struggled to cover my butt. The men laughed and my step father followed me into the cab.

When we got home he gave me a kiss goodnight on the lips. His tongue unexpectedly pushed through my lips and began to explore my mouth. Caught off guard and kinda by reflex, I gently massaged his tongue with mine until I came to my senses and quickly pulled my head away. He pulled my dress down and exposed my breasts. He adjusted his pants and stumbled to his room.

That night changed the dynamic of our relationship forever. We stopped going to see my mom. He started a schedule for me and I had to follow it to the minute. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone with his permission from then on. He broke my cell phone and took my computer away. I spent every moment that I was awake and not at work fulfilling his requests.

One day in the middle of 2015, he got really drunk and threw away most of my clothes. I sobbed as I took in my empty closet. I was left with a short synthetic silk robe that came down to my crotch and left half my butt out; and my work outfit that I was wearing. He stormed into the room and grabbed me by my hair. “I am trying to watch the game! Go make dinner!” he said sternly. I looked at him and tried to speak but only whimpered. His face clouded with anger as he lifted me to my feet by my throat. I struggled against his arm in an attempt to breathe. His right fist hit my stomach hard, forcing all the air from my lungs. I desperately gasped for air. He dragged me on the floor to the kitchen as I recovered. Make up ran down my face as I got to my feet. Before my mom left he had never struck me.

As we settled into our new roles, I got better at obeying him. I learned how to lie to people about recurring bruises, and learned that most people will accept a blatant falsehood. He would only hit me once or twice a week. Most of the marks and bruises were from his drunken groping and rough handling of my body. I grew numb to his perverse and brutish fondling sessions. Apart from some of the long days working and cooking, I became comfortable in this new way of living.

One night, he brought me some wine and we started watching a movie. I did not finish my glass before I got real warm and relaxed. The colors on the screen were intense and soothing. I took off my robe and was trying to remember what was happening in the movie. I couldn’t remember, my breast began to feel full and my crotch warm, my nipples became erect with their new freedom. I sat down, nude save for my panties. My head was spinning, I couldn’t think straight, I was feeling warmer and more at ease. It was strange to be so aroused with my step father staring at my exposed body. I was comforted by a wave of colors from the screen. Purples and blues washed over me, I felt so warm and calm. I felt rough hands grab my wrists and pull them. My wrists throbbed as my step father maneuvered his body over mine on the sofa. I looked at his face as I fell asleep. He looked determined zenci porno and approving.

I woke up to him growling “time to leave”. I felt anxiety tying in knots in my stomach, I looked at my body and my breasts had bruises and bite marks; my thighs were slimed with spilled beer and sticky, my virginia burned and throbbed. The anxiety grew and I started to tear up in pain as I rushed to get ready for work.

I worked the shift that day with a headache. On the bus ride home finally had time to contemplate the night before. I had never remembered getting so drunk before, or feeling drunk like that. I thought of possible explanations: like the wine being expired, or I had drunk more than one class. None of it made sense. Then my mind raced as I had a realization; I SEDUCED my step father?! I freaked out at the possibility of my mom waking up and being mad. I needed to get home and apologize to him.

When I saw him in the kitchen, he looked pale and unsure. His genitals were awkwardly arranged in the tight fabric of his underwear. He looked like my step father. I ran to him and gave him a hug. After the semi awkward embrace he looked confused and greatly relieved. He stared dully at my cleavage and told me to hurry up and start cooking.

As I served the spaghetti for him on a plate he brought over our drinks. We ate dinner at the table. I started to feel warm and care free. The textures of the food were extremely pleasing and strangely vivid. I relaxed in my chair so much that a strap from my top had begun sliding down my left arm. My top fell pathetically from my left breast as the strap ended its journey below my elbow, resting on my wrist.

I felt distant and detached, I was comfy and complete in this moment. I was startled by my step father’s penis jammed stiff against his briefs when I noticed him standing next to me. I smiled stupidly at his cock as it was liberated from it’s battle with the cloth to stand up right; by his hands removing his briefs. I reached for the penis as I succumbed to a fresh sense of warmth and calm. My thoughts were simple and I wasn’t able to consider or contemplate anything.

As I was marveling at the bizarre male anatomy in my hand, my step father took a handful of my hair. I managed unintelligible squeals and partial slurred sentences as I was dragged viciously to the bed room. I was released onto the bed. I was supposed to be in pain. I thought, watching linoleum flooring move and warp like the ocean. I drooled on myself as I relaxed my mouth completely and watched him undress me. I was rolled onto my stomach and was propped up by a handful of pillows into a lewd pose. My face lay against bedding and I felt unable to breath. I felt panic as I drifted off.

Momentarily, I returned to consciousness, my butthole was searing in pain. It felt like I was torn open. There was rhythmic pressure in my bowels in cadence with the pain. I stared briefly at the worn pink blanket and went unconscious again.

I opened my eyes, and felt pulsing pain in my rear end and pain generally all over my body. I was exhausted and sore as I wobbled to the bathtub. I couldn’t think about anything but the pain. I examined my bruises and cuts in the bath. It looked like I had been mugged.

After calling in to work for a sick day and sleeping for as long as I could, I re-emerged into the living room. My step father had the same apprehensive look on his face. I worked slowly, with my sore body barely in my robe, to make breakfast. I had buried the memories of the prior two nights and refused to think about them. A skill I had developed after the seminar. I never did figure out what was the deal with that wine.

In 2016, my step dad took me to get some new clothes. He bought me a new pair of shoes and a loose and flowing white sundress. I didn’t mind the dress being a little too short, or low cut. I was used to my assets popping out of my robe around the house all the time. I don’t consider myself an exhibitionist, but I stopped caring if people saw me naked.

A few days after I had gotten the dress we went to the hospital. We signed in and started towards our seats in the waiting room. I noticed an older couple, in their 60’s, sitting across from where we were about to sit. The wife looked like some fabled story book witch, frowning and mad. Her husband sat next to her awkwardly glancing over at her, perhaps in anticipation of the next verbal assault

I bent over to place my step father’s backpack down and began looking for my mom’s necklace. My stepfather’s pants began to slowly accommodate aldatma porno his growing erection as my breasts felt loose haphazardly from my dress. I tucked my nipples back into their respective pieces of dress with my left hand and pulled the necklace out with my right. I was admiring my stepfather’s bulge when I heard “Young woman! Young Woman!…” from a harsh, raspy female voice. I turned to the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and the mean looking older woman standing in front of me.

She began to whisper angrily ” Where is your underwear? We could see your privates when you bent over!” I was still thinking about my stepfather’s cock and did not respond for a few seconds. As I began to speak, a nurse called for us. We quickly got ourselves away from her and toward the door. The old man was sitting up right and still as a statue. He was smiling as we walked by.

The nurse led us to my mom’s room and quietly left. My stepfather closed the door as I looked at my mother. She was asleep with tubes running from her to machines near the bed. All childhood nostalgia was gone for me, I had already mourned the death of my mother. As she lay, seemingly ready to wake at any moment.

I dropped the necklace at her feet. I turned and faced my step father who was about to speak. He decided not to speak as I started undoing his belt and lowered his pants. His erection had gone. I took his penis into my hand and felt it grow. Holding his erect cock, I licked up the shaft. He stepped back and braced himself on the decorative table. I took his cock into my mouth, tasting the bitter precum and feeling the little details of his shaft with my tongue. Our eyes met. He looked stupid, staring down at me, with his mouth open. This was not the charming man with washboard abs and amazing smile that melts your heart that I had envisioned in my fantasies.

I took as much as I could into my mouth and worked my tongue. I was becoming more confident as I sucked and bobbed up and down on his shaft. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head and started pushing my head down. “Finally…” he said. I gagged as his cock pushed against my throat. My body spasmed and jerked with the dry heaving. He locked my head in place around his cock and pushed his hips towards my face. I gagged again, tears flowing down my face, his hands digging into my head. I slapped at his legs violently as his cock started into my throat. His cock stretched my throat as it went deeper and my nose pressed against his belly. He sighed and looked at the ceiling as he pulled his cock back to the entry to my throat.

I pulled with all my might for another inch so I could breath, but he was too strong. He began rhythmically thrusting his cock to varying depths of my throat. I began to panic, my heart was racing and I could hear each beat echo in my ears. I flailed and pushed and slapped in vain with terror overcoming me. He sped up his throats and made perverse comments in ecstasy to my mother. As my fingers started to tingle and my vision blurred, he let me go.

I took giant breaths, in between coughing and dry heaving episodes. I crawled to the bed frame and used it to get to my feet. I put my face into my forearms and let the accumulated spit run down onto the bed frame. I reached between my legs and ran my fingers along my pussy lips. I shuttered as I teased around my clit and spread my lips. I felt my dress get tossed off my butt onto my back. His slimey cock’s head prodded against my index finger attempting to penetrate me. I lifted my head and looked at my mother’s face. Then I rubbed my clit as he pushed his cock in me. I reached for my breast as he started to fuck me.

With in moments he grunted and then growled “rrg fuck”. He stood stiff behind me, making little random thrusts. I looked back as he finished ejaculating in me. He pulled out and his face relaxed as he rubbed his cock. I stood and fixed my dress and started wiping off my ruined makeup. I wiped my crotch and threw away the wipe. When the doctor came in, we shifted our weight about awkwardly as he explained my mom’s future.

In July, 2017 my mom made a partial recovery and I gave birth to my step father’s child. The following months my mom learned how to walk with her husband’s new daughter. My mom would never walk normally again or be able to speak again. She uses sign language and crotches. Soon after, my step father and my mother bought a nice new house out in Florida.

My mom and I never discussed where the kid came from or who the father was. In fact, once they moved, I never spoke to my mother again. After I told my step father I had to file for bankruptcy because of $93 thousand dollars of credit card debt he stopped returning my phone calls and emails.

That’s how an affair with my stepfather made me a single mother of one and a near decade long veteran call center employee.

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A simple tale of a mother and her children.

For those that are sensitive to non-American terminology. This uses British English terms and phrases. If you’re not comfortable with this please avoid reading.

For everyone else I hope you enjoy my little tale and if you do let me know how much with your votes.

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It was Sunday morning and having got up fairly early I’d finished the washing and was tidying the lounge when the phone rang.

“Hello,” I said, answering the phone.

“Hi Tommy, how are you doing?” came the reply.

I immediately recognised Sam’s voice and was pleased to hear from her having not spoken for nearly four weeks. It was Samantha really, but everyone except Mum referred to my sister as Sam. I was 22 and Sam had just turned 24 so we had a lot in common, and had spent our school and college years being more like friends than siblings. I always enjoyed Sam’s company and looked forward to the time we managed to spend with each other, although due to both of our jobs it had recently become unusually difficult.

We spent some time catching up on what was happening in each other’s lives. Being only 18 months apart in age, we both had a fairly intimate knowledge of each other’s lives, including our sex lives. We rarely talk about all the gory details but we usually discussed who and when, often providing each other with some information the other didn’t know about our mutual friends.

Eventually, having caught up, Sam went quiet and there was a long lull in our conversation.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Yeah,” then after a short pause and a big sigh she continued, “I’m just concerned about Mum. She seemed a bit depressed when I spoke to her a couple of days ago.”

“I know what you mean. I spoke to her last weekend and although she didn’t say anything she wasn’t her bubbly self.” I continued by asking, “Do you have any idea what the problem is?”

Sam paused, and I assumed that she was deciding what to say but eventually replied. “I think she’s lonely.”

“What do you mean lonely. She always seems to have lots of friends and whenever I go down she’s always either out with them or entertaining them at home.”

There was a hint of a laugh as Sam continued, “Not lacking in company, but lonely in the sense that she doesn’t have a partner.”

It took a couple of seconds for the implication to sink in. “Oh. You mean she’s lonely!” I exclaimed.

“I think Mum’s a bit like me,” Sam responded, “she gets grouchy if she has to go without sex for any length of time.”

“It’s about a day with you,” I laughed, trying to pull Sam’s leg.

“Smartass.” she replied, and then continued, “It’s been over a year since Dad left and although Mum’s ok financially and the business is doing ok, she has no-one to share the burden with or enjoy any intimacy with.”

I pondered this for a moment or two before asking, “So what can we do about it? Book an escort? Try and give a hint to one of her friends? Or something else?”

“I don’t know.” Sam replied.

“I could set her up with James or Lee. I know they both have fancied her for years. I bet either of them could sort her out.”

“A weekend of rampant sex might make her feel good for a while, but it’s not going to be a permanent solution.”

I chuckled then said, “We could perhaps get a few more guys and arrange someone to go down every weekend in shifts, so to speak.”

“Tommy! You’re not being serious.”

“I know, sorry Sis, but I just had this picture in my mind.”

Sam laughed saying, “At least she’ll not feel lonely”.

I joined in with her laughter briefly before we both returned to the seriousness of the situation.

“I tell you what Sis; I was going to get away for a week in the sun, but I don’t mind seeing if Mum wants some help and I could spend a week with her.”

Sam replied quickly, “That’s not really going to solve the problem is it!”

“Sam! What are you thinking? I’m going to go down, help out, and give Mum someone else to think about for a while. I could also check out her friends and see if I could do a bit of subtle match making. Even if I couldn’t do that I might give her some extra time to get out and meet people”

“Tommy, you couldn’t be subtle with a ball of cotton wool.”

We both laughed and finished the conversation by agreeing that I would go down and spend a week with Mum in Torquay.

I went into work the next day and rearranged the start date for my new project and booked the week after off. I also phoned Mum, who didn’t seem to be her usual calm self and although she was a little reluctant we agreed that I would come down and spend a week with her.

I called Mum a couple of times during the week and although still getting the sense that she wasn’t herself she seemed to be looking forward to my visit.

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After a long week at work, Friday afternoon came and I set off down to Mum’s. The drive was uneventful and after a couple of hours I eventually pulled onto Mum’s drive.

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knocked on the door and when it opened Mum had the phone to her ear and was having what seemed like a heated difference of opinion with whoever was on the other end. Mum looked at me and indicated that she had to deal with the call. I just gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and went and got my case from the car and came back in.

Mum finished her conversation with, “Well, if that’s the way you feel you can always quit!” With that she disconnected the call and seemed to be cursing under her breath.

Eventually she looked at me and with a slightly sad look on her face said, “I’m sorry you had to hear that. I’m having some problems with my cleaner.”

“That’s ok Mum, I know it can be difficult with people sometimes. I’m sure it’ll all work out.” I finished with a broad grin.

Mum seemed to welcome my portrayed optimism and returned my grin with one of her own that lit up her face. Then opened her arms and said, “Come and give your old Mum a big hug.”

I went to Mum and we hugged tightly and we kissed each other warmly on our cheeks. We eventually broke the embrace and looked at each other.

Mum looked a little weary, but still very attractive for her 45 years.

“Have you got a bit more muscular since I last saw you?” she asked.

“Maybe. I’ve just been training a bit more recently to distract myself from the stresses and strains of work.”

“It suits you Tommy. It stops you looking like a bit of a bean pole.”

“Thanks Mum. I think.” and then laughed.

Mum chuckled as well as the tension of earlier seemed to leave her.

“I’ve made some dinner. Why don’t you have a quick shower and get into something comfortable and we can eat.”

“Sounds good to me. Am I in my normal room?”

“Yes dear. There are fresh towels there and there’s plenty of hot water.”

“Ok. Give me half an hour and I should be ready for dinner.”

Mum came towards me, and with a hint of sadness in her eyes, she kissed my left cheek while running the back of her hand down my right. After releasing me she smiled and said, “It’s lovely to have you here and I’m glad we can spend more than a couple of days together.”

After this she turned and walked towards the door to the kitchen.

I went upstairs, half unpacked, showered and got changed into jeans and a tee-shirt. I then went downstairs and joined Mum in the kitchen.

I got to the kitchen doorway and looked at Mum. Her shoulders seemed slightly more stooped than normal, and although she’d changed into a dress she didn’t seem to be the vibrant woman I always recall her being.

Mum (Laura) is about 5′ 6″ and is reasonably slim and very well proportioned. Her legs are strong and more muscular than a lot of women, her hips, although not curvy, have enough of a curve to confirm her femininity. Her waist is slim and her breasts are ample but not overly big. She has a sensual look to her face with her shoulder length auburn wavy hair framing her face beautifully. He brown eyes and slightly fuller lips give her a very sensual look. This gives an overall impression of a very beautiful, athletic and sexy woman.

I entered the kitchen and Mum looked around and smiled as I joined her.

She pointed to a wine glass and said, “There’s some wine in the fridge. Help yourself, unless you want something else. Would you top me up while you’re there please?”

I grabbed her half full glass and getting the wine from the fridge topped it up, and then filled mine.

“Here you go” I said as I handed Mum her wine glass.

“Thank you darling.” She replied taking it from me.

I smiled broadly, enjoying being with her and raising my glass towards her I toasted, “Cheers. Here’s to a fun week.”

Mum smiled back and touched her glass to mine responding with, “Cheers darling. Here’s to a fun week with my baby.”

We both laughed as Mum knew I didn’t like being referred to as her baby, but I knew she was trying to be playful and let it pass as we both sipped our wine.

I helped her by getting the cutlery and condiments out and onto the table while she finished preparing dinner. We chatted idly about my work and friends until dinner was ready and then we sat and ate.

We chatted more about my and work until eventually I mentioned Sam.

Mum looked at me and smiled and said, “Sam seems to be calling me more frequently. Is everything alright with her?”

“Everything’s fine Mum. Actually she thinks that not everything is ok with you. She thinks you’ve been a bit down recently.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Mum asked looking directly into me.

I knew Mum wouldn’t be offended and said, “Yes, of course it is.” After looking back at her I added, “You know Sam and I only want the best for you.”

“Of course I do.” Then after a short pause continued, “That daughter of mine is far too perceptive,” then she gave a little smile.

“So, is everything alright?” I asked.

Mum paused as if looking for something Konulu Porno in my expression before answering. “Well as you ask, there’s nothing really wrong except I’m fed up with running the chalets all on my own. I don’t seem to have the time or energy to have some fun. There’s no fun and nobody to share the burden with and it just seems like the daily grind just goes on and on with no let up.”

“So what can you do to change that?” I asked.

“I’m not sure.” She replied, and then added, “All this stuff has to be done, but it would just be nice to share the load from time to time.”

“Has it been like this since Dad left?” I asked, knowing it would smart a bit with Mum.

Mum paused before replying, “Not at first. Initially it was a distraction from your Dad finally going after years of playing away. But the last few months it’s just been a bind and not really any fun.”

I smiled and said, “Hopefully we can have a bit of fun this week.”

Mum smiled and went back to eating.

We continued eating dinner with a little more idle chat until we were finished and then we cleared the table and filling our glasses we departed into the lounge.

Mum put the television on and after only a few minutes her phone went. It was a text message. She looked at her phone, reading the message then suddenly from nowhere Mum said, “Fuck!”

Now, Mum is not the kind of person that swears a lot so it’s fairly unusual to hear her curse like that. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Sadie, my cleaner has quit”.

“Oh.” I said not really understanding what the implications were.

“That means I won’t be able to spend the day with you as I’d planned. I’m going to have to go down to the chalets and clean them in the morning.”

Mum had such a sorrowful look on her face and she seemed so disappointed at not being able to spend the day with me.

Trying to brighten the mood, I said, “You know you said you wanted someone to share the load, I could come and help. We could still spend the afternoon together.” I was grinning by the time I’d finished.

Mum looked up at me and seeing my grin couldn’t help but break into a laugh herself.

“I could be your apprentice.” I laughed.

Mum laughed as well and then said, “Apprentice? I think it would be better if you were the slave.”

We laughed for a while and it was good to see her a little more relaxed and hopefully knowing the problems of tomorrow could be shared with me.

We spent the rest of the evening watching TV, sitting on the sofa cuddled into each other and generally catching up with each other. It was pleasant to feel the warmth of her against me. It was a comforting feeling for me and one that brought back memories of the many occasions when Mum and I would sit together watching TV or listening to music and simply enjoying each other’s company. It was something I always looked forward to when Mum and I were together.

Eventually the wine ran out and the TV being completely bland we decided to go to bed as there was a fair amount of work to do the next day.

~~~~~~~~

The next morning I got up at 8:00am only to find Mum was already up and showered. She was wearing a pair of shorts, and a sleeveless top, with a pair of light sports shoes. He bra straps were visible, but she still looked good. I noticed that her rear, in particular, was still firm and looked really good in shorts. I was in my jeans and when Mum looked around, she gave me the once over.

“Good morning Babes,” she said.

“Morning Mum,” I replied rolling my eyes at the affectionate term.

“Did you bring any shorts with you?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I replied looking a bit puzzled.

“You’d better put them on. Firstly your jeans will get filthy and secondly you’ll be roasted.”

“Ok.” I said as I turned towards the door.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Mum asked before I left. “I’ve got some scrambled egg and I can do some bacon if you’d like.”

“Bacon and egg would be great, thanks Mum.”

“I’ll get it ready while you get changed.”

“Thanks Mum.” Then I went upstairs and changed.

When I came back downstairs Mum was serving up the bacon and eggs and had poured a couple of coffees and sat and reminded me of the routine I had done many times before. Eventually with breakfast finished and kitchen cleaned up we left the house and drove down to the small 10 chalet complex.

The first thing we did on arrival was to check what cleaning solutions and materials we were short of and we loaded our cleaning trolleys with the bedding, towels and replacement tissues, toilet rolls and other bathroom consumables.

We waited in the office and dealt with the checking out of the guests leaving. Then at 11:00am we made a start. Mum took off to one part of the complex and I went to the other end.

It took about 40 minutes per room and with 2 of my rooms with “Do not disturb” signs hanging on the door I finished just after 1:00pm and made my way back to the office and store room, to find Porno İndir Mum already there.

“How many have you got left to do?” she asked.

“Two more,” I replied. “What about you?”

“All of mine are done.” She said with a little grin.

“How do you do them so fast?” I asked.

“When you do them as often as me it doesn’t take as long.”

I nodded and let my head slump.

“Don’t worry; you’ll get the hang of it.”

“I hope so; I’ve only got a week.”

We spent the lunchtime in the office doing the admin and organising the non-urgent repairs for Jack in the following week. I finished the remaining 2 rooms and then we waited for the new guests to arrive. All 8 of the empty chalets were filled and the holiday makers had been settled in. We hung around for a couple of hours and then having made sure all the tenants had what they needed we decided to head back home.

The trip back in the car was interesting as Mum hadn’t told me to bring a change of clothes, as she had. So Mum had showered and changed at the complex and I reeked of sweat. She ribbed me big time about how bad I smelled. It was a little embarrassing but it was good to see her in a light-hearted mood.

When we got home I was sent straight to the shower. Mum’s mood was playful and I could also smell how bad I smelled, and it wasn’t good. I was in the bathroom with the shower running and just finishing stripping my clothes off, when all of a sudden Mum sprang through the door with a couple of towels in her hand.

“Mum!” I explained.

Mum suddenly looked at me and realised I was stood there as naked as the day I was born.

“Oh my goodness!” she cried out, but just stood there, rooted to the spot just staring at me, with her eyes aimed unwaveringly at my genitals.

“Mum!” I exclaimed again.

She suddenly looked up at my face and going very red she realised the situation she was in and then handed me the towels allowing me to achieve some level of modesty.

“I’m sorry Babes,” she said a little sheepishly, “I heard the shower going so I thought you were already in the cubicle.”

“Do you mind if I have a little privacy?” I asked, with a smile on my face.

“Oh.” Mum suddenly said, then gathering herself she said, “I suppose so. Sorry.” and then she turned and left.

As she went through the door she had brought her hand to her mouth and her head had dropped. She looked very upset as she left.

I had my shower and eventually dressed and went down to the lounge, where Mum was sitting, listening to some music.

When I went into the lounge, Mum’s head dropped and she didn’t seem to want to look at me or talk to me. I sat down and just listened to the music, hoping Mum would overcome the embarrassment she was obviously suffering.

After about five minutes, with neither of us talking I decided I needed a drink, so I got up to head to the kitchen. Mum glanced in my direction, but kept her gaze towards the floor. I took that as an opening and said, “I’m getting a drink. Would you like one?”

She finally looked up at me and it was clear that she was crying. My heart went out to her and I asked, “Are you ok?”

Mum just nodded her head, but it was obvious she wasn’t.

I went to her and sat beside her and wrapped my arms around her. For a second I sensed she wanted to pull away, but almost immediately she suddenly fell into me sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried.

“Hey Mum. It’s no big deal. So you saw me naked. It’s not like that hasn’t happened before in our lives.”

She seemed to calm down a little and after a few seconds replied, “It’s not what I saw that really bothered me, it was what I wanted to do and nearly did that upset me.”

I decided to let her speak and didn’t say anything.

After a minute or so she continued, “I nearly did something a mother should not do with her son.”

I lightly caressed her hair as she continued with her head against my chest.

“Tommy, I’m so frustrated physically, I know I’m not thinking straight, but I can’t forgive myself for the thoughts I had. I could have ruined your life, and I couldn’t forgive myself if that happened.”

I realised that I needed to reassure her that nothing she could have thought would have ruined my life, and after what Sam had said it seemed obvious that Mum probably had had some kind of sexual thought when she’d seen me naked. I spent a few moments thinking about how best to phrase my next question. “Mum, if you had thoughts about me as a man, and not your son, you wouldn’t have ruined my life.”

I let this thought sink in before continuing. “Most boys fantasise about their mothers during their adolescence, and sometimes beyond.”

Mum seemed to calm down a little more, and then raised her head from my chest and looked at me a little quizzically then asked, “Do you mean you’ve thought about having sex with me?”

As I’d brought this subject fully into the open it was only right that I answered honestly. “Mum, you are a beautiful woman and there will be millions of men seeing you that would find you sexually attractive and want to have sex with you. Just because I’m your son doesn’t mean I’m any less of a man. You are a very beautiful woman and, yes, at times I have fantasised about having the opportunity to have sex with you.”

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Is it weird that I’ve never seen my wife’s asshole?

I think it is. A husband ought to know what his wife’s asshole looks like—as a sign of intimacy, I mean. Through normal, healthy, married living, a husband and wife will probably, at some point, catch a glimpse of each other’s assholes, right? Multiple times, I would imagine. I should be able to, if Esther’s asshole ever went missing, describe it to a sketch artist so they could print it on the side of a milk carton.

I barely know what her pussy looks like. In fact, if I had to pick it out of a police line-up, with my wife’s pussy and four other random ones, I don’t think I could do it.

“Well, this shouldn’t take too long, sir. Please, just tell us which pussy belongs to your wife,” they’d say.

I’d glance from one to the other, confusion and embarrassment written all over my face. “Fuck,” I’d sigh, dropping my head, “I don’t know.”

I also don’t know what her pussy tastes like, which sucks. Right now, if someone came to me and said, “Fuck your wife and I’ll give you a thousand bucks or eat her pussy and you get nothing,” I’d totally eat her pussy. It would be instantaneous, too, my decision. I wouldn’t think about it for a fraction of a fucking second. Boom!—my face is up her crotch.

Esther has never sucked my dick. I’ve asked. I’ve tried quite a few strategies. I’d have dressed my cock up like it was going to prom if I thought it would help. Put a little bow-tie on it. A fucking cummerbund. Top hat. Give it a cane and do a dick dance number for Esther.

***

Geez, I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I should never have married Esther. It was just—I had so much invested in her at that point. The fuck was I going to do? Break up? That wouldn’t have been me.

My Mom once described me as “fiercely independent.” I liked that.

One of my teachers called me “obstinate.” I didn’t even fucking know what that word meant at the time.

This was the problem: I don’t like people telling me what I can and can’t do.

When Coach Newhart, an assistant for Boston College, told me I couldn’t play quarterback for a power five school and that I ought to list myself as an “athlete,” I told my high school coach to list me only as a quarterback. Fuck Newhart.

The head coach of Georgia Tech came to see me play during my junior year. Had one of my best games that night. I fucking dominated. He wanted me to play quarterback for him.

But, he told me he wouldn’t offer me a scholarship unless I got my grades up. He said, “Hit the books, kid. We don’t offer scholarships to fools.”

I knew right then that I would never play for Georgia Tech. Fuck him.

It’s not so much that I can’t be told what to do. It’s more like I hate people thinking they know me, know what I’m capable of. When they do that, this impulse to prove them wrong just seizes me.

So, when my high school pals called me an idiot for trying to date Esther—that there was no way she would ever go out with me—I decided that I was going to be her boyfriend no matter what the cost.

Later after graduation, when all kinds of people told me I shouldn’t marry her, I went out and bought a ring.

***

I met Esther in high school. She was a Jehovah’s Witness, and she wasn’t supposed to interact socially with non-Witnesses like me, but I made her laugh in class.

Esther was the church freak that everyone avoided. To her own classmates, she didn’t exist. You only remembered she was there when you heard her name during roll call.

My interest in her began in PE during my freshman year. Esther and I had gym together, and during our warm-ups, her mat was right in front of mine. Every day, I watched her stretch and do calisthenics. By October, I began to look forward to PE and those five or ten minutes.

There was a calmness about her that appealed to me. She was completely at peace with herself and her outcast status. She stretched like she was the only person on the entire gym floor. She would hum some churchy-sounding hymn to herself and stretch as if every movement were of critical importance. She breathed deeply and contorted herself without inhibition. I liked how she didn’t give a fuck. She stretched like she was saying, “Fuck you. Laugh at me. I don’t care.” Of course, she’d never say anything remotely vulgar.

Esther had a heart-shaped face—big cheekbones and a tiny, pointed chin. She had brown eyes and thick eyelashes. When she smiled, which was rare, her teeth shined and her eyes became little crescents. She was pretty, and when she smiled, she was gorgeous. She didn’t wear make-up.

Her white-blonde hair was insanely long, almost down to her ass, and very straight. It looked so silky and smooth, Esther’s hair, like a waterfall. It was mesmerizing.

A line from an old movie came to me at some point later on: we begin to covet what we see every day. This seemed very true of how I felt about Esther.

We sat next to each other in English during our Sophomore year. I always greeted her, always asked brazzers her for help, and always tried to make her laugh. She became my obsession.

I didn’t love her. She loved me. Her church wouldn’t like us being together and dating, so we kept it a secret.

We made out, but that’s it. Nothing more. To go any further, I knew I would have to marry her. By the time we were both eighteen and seniors, her pussy became this lock that I had to get the key for—no matter what the consequences.

A three-year starter at varsity quarterback, I should have been nose deep in pussy. All my friends were getting laid. They gave me shit about it.

Senior year, her parents figured out about us and told the church. She was “marked by the elders,” which apparently was a pretty big fucking deal. It sounded to me like a bunch of old assholes jerked off on her face or something.

She cried a lot about being marked, but I managed to keep seeing her. She loved me.

After graduating, we got married, and she was given a formal “reproof” by her church. She was allowed to continue to attend, but no one could socialize with her—even her own family. She was not allowed to talk at meetings. People wouldn’t even look at her. During the hearing, she explained to the elders that she was witnessing to me, otherwise they might have kicked her out.

Teams of Witnesses came to our shitty little apartment to speak with me about their faith. The minute they saw me, I could almost see them deflate.

I am a motherfucking predator. No point in trying to be modest about it.

I look like a fucking gladiator: lean, but stacked with rippling muscles.

Witnesses are non-violent. They’re all pacifists, getting kicked out if they join the military.

Anyways, my physical build was the opposite of the average male Witness. My body looked poised to wreak havoc. Their bodies looked eager to surrender to any invading force, including one comprised entirely of chinchillas.

They looked at me and said their words. They gave me their books and pamphlets, then left. Really, giving a book to me was like handing a laptop to a baboon. They knew. One look at me, and they understood how I would never fit. It was useless.

So, to finally get some pussy, I married Esther and put off college. When I say college, the best I could have done would have been a community college. No university offered me a football scholarship or even admitted me because of my grades and test scores. I barely graduated.

I also married her because, like I said, people told me not to. So I married her out of pride, lust, and fear—all the worst reasons to get married. It was selfish of me. I took her from her own family. I knew it would create problems, and it did.

On our wedding night, I discovered that oral sex was not an option—for religious reasons. I probably should have done some research. Shit. Well, I put five loads of cum in her little pussy.

Fuck her pussy was tiny. Couldn’t tell you what it looked like or how it tasted, but Esther’s pussy was a carnival ride for my cock. It barely fit in that silky slit of hers.

My wife never had a conventionally sexy body. It was one you had to study and figure out to see its beauty.

Her tits were neither small nor big. They sloped out and up, like little ski jumps.

Her most prominent feature were her jutting hips. She almost looked like she was wearing football hip pads. Her hip bones were high and forward, shortening her torso, lengthening her sleek, sexy legs, and making her seem like she was always thrusting her waist forward. It was like she was walking around saying, “Have you seen my pussy today?”

I love girls’ asses, and Esther’s jutting hips kind of hid her ass from view most of the time. But, when it emerged, when she bent over…fuck me. Esther had a secret weapon. Her ass, though low and small, popped out in a gloriously sexy curve when she wanted it to.

Esther is a sweet, sweet girl. She’s totally shy but in that attractive, feminine way. And she’s strong—not physically—but in her beliefs and how she’ll fight for them. But, Esther is fragile. You sense it the better you come to know her. You realize that you could never, ever say a cross word to her or give her a dirty look. When she looked at me, she saw the best in me. She saw me as a learner, not an idiot. She saw my fierce independence, not my obstinacy. How could I not have married this girl? How could I have broken her heart like that?

Despite my stubbornness about not becoming a Witness and her own shaky status in the congregation, Esther kept the faith in every way. She prayed, she read her Watchtower and her New World Bible daily. She abstained from banned substances, foods, and drinks. She would not engage with me in anything other than vaginal sex.

She never let me fuck her doggy style. I asked her where that one was in her New World Bible. She got upset, and I felt really guilty. She’s fragile.

We married right after graduation. To keep us cuckold porno both fed, clothed, and sheltered, I found a maintenance job at the CSX railroad, repairing ties and replacing ballast (the rock that the rails and ties rest upon). During my second year, they started hiring conductors like crazy. My foreman liked me, and so I had his recommendation. I went through the program, graduated, and ran trains for a time.

I had zero seniority, so when things got tight for the railroad, I was furloughed. The economy was shit, and I couldn’t find work that would keep us going.

Then, my older sister, Star, called me.

***

Star is hard to describe. Three years older than me, she’s like a combination of a Disney princess and a frat boy.

During my freshman year of high school, I was sitting on the sofa in the basement watching a movie one afternoon. She came running down the stairs.

“Hey, dickhead!” she called, “You know those big brown sausages they hang from the tops of the meat shelves in supermarkets?”

I turned from the show. “Huh? Yeah.”

“I just shit one of those. Had to have been sixteen inches long,” she said, smiling, and walking down the steps.

“Fuck, Star! That’s fucking sick!”

She started giggling and walked over right beside me. “Smells like buffalo wings, go up there and check it out.”

“Aw, fuck, you’re going to make me puke. Get away!”

“Should we see what happens if I fish it out of there and put it in the microwave?”

“Star, that is the most disgusting…”

Before I could even finish, she spun around, sat on my arm, and farted on it.

“Star! I’m going to fucking…” I chased her up the stairs and slammed the door behind her. She was laughing the entire time.

Some people teach themselves how to burp; Star taught herself to fart. I don’t know how she did it, but she could kind of lean to the side, move her stomach, and then sit back down and fart, and she could do it repeatedly.

One time, Star pissed in a ziplock bag and put it in my backpack with all my books. I found it before it busted open. A few days later, Mom screamed for Star from the kitchen. Mom had found a bag of Star’s frozen piss in the freezer. How did she know it was Star’s? She knew Star, that’s why. Star told me: she was going to use that frozen piss do a kind of delayed piss-bag attack on me at school while it thawed in my locker.

I chewed out Star one time for not wrapping up her tampons well enough in the bathroom trash can.

Big mistake.

Next day, she’d put a used one on the door handle of my bedroom. It was grisly, that fucking thing. I only found out later that it wasn’t real; she’d dipped it in chunky salsa.

So there’s that part of Star’s personality—the raunchy side.

On the other side, she’s a total girly-girl. She jumped into make-up at an early age. She loves pink. She did ballet for years. She loves ponies and kittens. She watches romantic comedies and cries during those abandoned pet commercials. There’s a gigantic poster of a rainbow unicorn in her room. I’m not shitting. She took it off to college and had it in her dorm room.

She had an athlete’s body. Star was a hell of a basketball player. So graceful. She’d go between her legs twice with the ball, fake inside, then drive outside, under the hoop, and do a reverse lay-up. So smooth. I only ever admitted it to myself: Star was hot, just hot. Not pretty or beautiful. Hot. I denied it to my friends, who drooled over her until I punched them in the gut.

She stunned us about half-way through her senior year when she called the entire family into the kitchen and announced that she was a lesbian. She was the prom princess junior year. She had all kinds of boyfriends. What the fuck?

She went off to college, and I continued through high school, pursuing Esther. Guaranteed: my sister got more pussy than I ever did. And she had more fun than I ever did. While my sister and her college friends were partying—hell, while my high school friends were partying—I was watching Esther read the Bible and trying like hell to muster the courage to put my hand on her leg.

I loved Star, but I kind of resented her, too. She just had so much fucking fun. Star was irresistibly fun.

***

Star called me from Boston and told me about a job working for the “T”—the transportation authority up there. One of her friends worked in the Commuter Rail department, running trains from the suburbs as far as Providence into and from the city. The T paid well, and they had a fucking amazing pension plan. They needed crews; they were expanding.

I drove up there, filled out the forms, interviewed, and got the job. Star had a decent place in the Longwood area that she rented. She persuaded her roommate to move out, and she offered the second bedroom to us.

Esther, ever a traditionalist in matters of marriage, deferred to me, and I took the job and the apartment. We were going to live with my sister until I could czech porno afford a place of our own.

Of course, Esther let her parents know. So, the church knew. The day before we left, the elders called her in, assembled a judicial committee, and “disfellowshipped” her. Esther was no longer a Witness. She was shunned.

She was fragile; it crushed her.

***

We had been married slightly less than two years on our first night in Boston; Star let us have some privacy.

Esther was quiet on the drive up, quiet during unpacking, and quiet next to me in bed. The lights were out, and in the complete darkness, we laid there. I listened to her breathe.

“Esther?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you hate me?”

“No, sweets.”

“You should. Because of me, you’ve lost your family and your church. I lost my job. Because of me, we lost our apartment. Now, the best I can do for you is rooming with my sister.”

I heard her start sniffling.

“I’m so sorry, babe.”

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “They furloughed you.”

It wasn’t what I wanted her to say. She needed to tell me it was all my fault and that she hated me. I wanted her to leave me. That way, I could divorce her.

Part of it was for her own happiness. Esther should have married a nice Witness boy, spent her time at Meeting and prayer, and raised a bunch of believers for kids.

She would never divorce me; I knew that. I wouldn’t divorce her, not unless she left me or cheated. But, she wasn’t going to have an affair. She was too good for that.

I might have had an affair, except for Esther. I could never break her heart like that.

No, the decision had to be hers. I could never initiate it; that would be like telling the world I’d made a mistake. I’d die before I went that route.

She put her soft little hand on my back. “And you got a new job. And I like your sister. This will give me a chance to get to know her a little better.”

At first, Esther really wanted children, right away. I didn’t want any kids. Not yet, at least. We hadn’t been able to conceive, and not for any lack of cum in her pussy. It was the only fucking place I could put it.

But, within weeks of our marriage, for reasons beyond my understanding, Esther’s enthusiasm for sex began to diminish. She began to say she didn’t want kids, yet, and she used that as an excuse to avoid having sex with me. I tried to ask her about it, but Esther’s faith and her upbringing made sex conversations extremely uncomfortable for her.

The fewer and fewer times we did have sex, it was because I was insistent and she, always dutiful, would let me, asking that I not finish inside her.

So, there’d be a wet spot on the bed, separating us, when we went to sleep.

It was incredibly frustrating for me; I wanted to fuck her every night. I was constantly ready for sex. It surprised—no, alarmed—it alarmed her, my unrelenting desire.

Truth is, I began to feel like I had some kind of problem. Remember, I was almost totally inexperienced in these things, and I was no big reader or learner. I figured I knew how this shit worked. So, I started to feel guilty about how horny I was. Nothing crushed my spirit more than being refused by my own wife, being made to feel like I was some disgusting, sex-crazed maniac.

She never said those things. She probably didn’t even believe them. It’s just how I felt.

Laying with her in bed, our first night in Boston, I wanted to fuck her. Shit, I was hard.

She was still sniffling. I rolled over and held her, keeping careful not to jab her little ass with my boner.

She fell asleep right away. I laid there and considered jerking off, which I rarely did, despite my hunger for sex.

Then, I heard Star roll in. It was late.

I got up and went out to talk to her. I couldn’t fucking sleep.

She was in the kitchen, scrounging for a snack when she heard me. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, “Where are the chips?”

“I put them in that cupboard there.”

“Here?”

“No, that one.”

She opened it and pulled out the bag of Lays. “Put them in the pantry next time.”

I nodded and collapsed into the couch of our shared living room.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked, walking over and sitting in the lazy boy beside me.

“Nah,” I responded, “What did you do tonight?”

“Met up with some friends, danced, and had some drinks.”

“Meet anyone?”

“Wasn’t really looking,” she responded, shoving a handful of chips in her mouth.

I listened to her munch.

Then, she asked, “What’s being married like?”

“Why? Are you thinking about it?”

She shrugged. “Everybody thinks about it. I mean, is it nice to always have someone? A partner? Someone to always do stuff with? Someone to snuggle with every night?”

“Esther is very nice, very sweet. I don’t know. You get used to it, I guess.”

“That’s not really a ringing endorsement of marriage.”

“There’s a lot of good things, okay?”

Star smiled at the lie. Then, she said, “Can I ask you something?”

I looked up at her.

“Is it true that you guys don’t have oral sex?”

My face contorted into a grimace at her words. “Have you two been fucking talking behind my back or something?”

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It was silly, but I was looking forward to tonight. It had been too long since my older brother and I had spent any time together since he’d gone to off to college, and I honestly missed him. Plus, any time our parents left us to our own devices, there was a good time to be had. Junk food, horrible B-movies, and just fun in general.

We bid our parents goodbye, waving to the car as it disappeared out of sight. Josh’s arm slung over my shoulders, squeezing me tight for a moment before he completely trapped me and rubbed his knuckles against my head. “Got ya!” he cried, my laughter mixing with his before I finally ducked out of his hold and shoved him playfully.

“Come on, we’ve got pizza to order and movies to ruin our brains with!” I told him, grinning wide as I pulled him eagerly back into the house.

I had meticulously chosen the best-of-the-worst in horror flicks, carefully timing things out so that we maximized our viewing time. The casino that our parents frequented was about forty-five minutes away, and we figured they’d stay about two or three hours, as they normally did. It gave us just enough time for the selection I’d laid out, plus lots of buffer time for conversation and stuffing our faces. I was thrilled, and I didn’t care how much of a dork it made me look like.

And so the night began, as ordinarily as any other night. We ordered our pizza and settled in for the first movie, laughing and cracking jokes at all of the worst parts. Our food arrived, we ate entirely too much, and then went right into the second flick. Near the end, we were undoubtedly growing a little bored and our occasional conversation grew more and more steady. Josh talked about college, filling me in for how things would be when I finally started in the fall. I told him about my last few weeks of high school, updated him on his friends that had remained local. On and on we went, bonding more deeply now than we ever had when we were younger and seemingly fought at all times.

When the movie ended, we laughed and I disentangled myself from the large blanket we’d been sharing — he on one end of the sofa and I on the other — to change discs. I was unaware of the way his eyes roamed over my backside, and even if I’d caught him I’d have rolled my own eyes in response. I was used to attention, but I certainly didn’t flaunt myself purposefully. I would have just seen him as another annoying, hormone-fueled idiot.

“Hey, press eject with the remote?” I asked, glancing back questioningly. He frowned, then reached for it and tried to no avail.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think it’s stuck.” I banged on the top of the player, then gave a huff as it made an angry sound back at me. The disc inside was spinning quickly, an almost sikiş izle grinding noise emanating from the player. “Not good.”

“It’s cool, c’mon. We’ll channel surf,” he urged me, gesturing for me to join him back on the couch. I frowned, clearly disappointed about this wrench being tossed in my plans, but traipsed back to the sofa nonetheless. I buried myself back under the blanket, eager for its warmth. The flimsy t-shirt and gym shorts I wore did little to keep the chill out, after all.

The TV flickered as the channels changed; infomercial, cartoon, news, sports. The same thing over and over and over again, until one flash landed on a rather erotic scene and an accompanying moan. I felt my cheeks warm, and I pushed my foot out to Josh with a squeak of disapproval. “Turn it!”

Josh’s face had lit up, like he’d found a treasure. “What? Why!? This is awesome, when did Dad get porn??” He laughed, then shifted as though getting comfortable before grabbing my pestering foot to still me.

It was horribly wrong, but it was also exciting. It was like those dark nights when we’d stumble across a steamy scene on one of the premium cable channels. We’d be quiet, studying this foreign material with such curiosity. Things had changed, though; for one, we’d both grown up and now knew what all the fuss was about. And this was definitely not a steamy scene from a blockbuster. This was hardcore, unadulterated porn.

We grew quiet. It was a little unsettling, but eventually the only sounds were the moans and grunts of the lovers on screen and our heavier breathing. I was a unnerved by how aroused I’d become, and surprised to suddenly realize that Josh’s hand on my foot was still there. Tight, unyielding. I swallowed hard, then shifted slightly as I turned to lie down with my feet in his lap, fully aware of my heel now pressing lightly against what I could only guess was his erection. I heard his breath catch, but I dared not look at him.

The scene on the screen was intoxicating. The couple was young, both of them full of energy and vigor as they went at one another with enthusiasm. My foot shifted experimentally as the girl began to choke down her costar’s cock; I slid it against Josh’s warm dick in time, wondering if he liked it.

Why was I doing this?! This was crazy. I needed to stop.

But I didn’t, and it took less than a minute for his fingertips to cautiously slip along my leg. They paused tentatively at the hemline of my shorts, and I hesitated for the briefest moment before shifting and turning over on to my back. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, as though afraid of seeing him staring at me — but eye contact was not needed.

His hand slid upward, fingertips grazing against my slit brazzers through my panties. The gym shorts were baggy enough to allow him plenty of room, and I knew that he could feel how wet I already was. Fuck, this was not good. But it felt better than anything I’d ever known, so I only lifted my hips invitingly before arching my foot against his cock a bit more firmly.

Josh’s hand pressed against my core, testing me through the soaked panties as though unsure of how far I’d let him go. His test did not last long, and eventually he nimbly hooked his fingers against the opening of my panties to explore without the barrier between us. I let out an involuntary whimper of pleasure; I could feel just how wet I was, how slick I’d become as his fingers slid against my folds in their search. He found my clit with expertise, then rolled it between his forefinger and thumb as I finally closed my eyes. Whatever was happening on screen was not nearly as incredible as this.

It was all so fast, and yet so achingly slow. The pleasure built immediately, causing my chest to tighten and my hips to quiver. But his movements were slow and exploratory, seeking what gave me the most pleasure as he claimed that most private part of my body. A digit slid deeply into me, his finger curling against my cunt before being joined by another. It was overwhelming, delicious, utterly disarming–

Just as quickly as it had come, it ended. The phone rang, shrill and loud, and we both jerked back from what had been happening. I scrambled to sit up and grab the remote, muting the pornographic sounds of wet skin and expletives. Josh cleared his throat and avoided looking at me, his focus intense as he picked up the portable phone and pressed the button.

“Hello? … Oh, hey dad.”

I felt my face burning. It was the worst possible person in the world on the other end. Like they’d known what was happening. Like they had to stop it.

“No, we’re good. Just watching some movies. Yeah, we had pizza. Yeah. Mmhmm.” I finally dared to look at Josh as he spoke, and I felt the pleasure in my groin flare back to life. He looked flushed, his skin dewy and pink. His gaze was dark, full of desire. I didn’t care about the awkward one-sided conversation for a moment, until he spoke again.

“No, you guys have fun. We’ll be fine here. I’m not leaving until tomorrow afternoon, we can get lunch tomorrow… Yeah, I’m sure,” he finished, glancing at me at last. Was I hearing that correctly? Our parents weren’t coming home?

He swallowed hard, then said goodbye before hanging up and setting the phone down carefully. There was a long, quiet moment where we both seemed to weight our options carefully. I decided first, and it took fake taxi porno two seconds to crawl across the couch and straddle him.

He didn’t push me away. He didn’t try to rationalize or remind me of how wrong that was, or apologize for what he’d done. He just gave a low grunt as he gripped the hem of my shirt and yanked it upwards. I let it go, my bare, pert breasts puckering both from the cool air and from my arousal.

Josh gave them a lingering, hungry look, then leaned forward to latch on to one pink nipple. I cried out, my hips bucking against him hard as I sought that pressure against my groin. My hands threaded into his hair, encouraging him, before one hand slid down between us to grip his throbbing cock. He was big, bigger than any of the guys I’d been with, and I felt like a sick whore for whimpering at the thought of him inside of me.

I didn’t know how it was happening, but it was happening fast. He continued his attentions on my breasts, but his hands were sliding down to reposition us. He deftly pushed my panties aside once more, while I feverishly pulled his cock through the opening in his pajama bottoms. It took one simple angle to get the head of his cock against my folds, where I grinded eagerly for a moment. It was intense, perfect, and yet I wanted more. He did, too, and I didn’t need much more coaxing. Josh’s hands gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me down closer until I’d slammed right down onto his cock and swallowed it whole.

I cried out, and his own groan was barely muffled by the mouthful of breast he still clung to. He filled me up, almost too much, and I felt my cunt clenching tightly to my own brother’s dick. I took one small moment for myself to adjust, and then lifted up before grinding back down.

Harder and harder I rode, Josh’s hands gripping my ass and pulling me to him roughly as we fucked there on the couch. The sounds of our porno earlier had been mild compared to this — his hand slapped my thigh, my cunt squelched around his cock, and the words that tumbled from his lips promised an array of filthy things he was going to do with his sister before the night was over.

I bounced harder, feeling my climax come closer and closer, before Josh sensed it as well and turned the tables. He leaned up, grabbing my slim body and holding me up as he rolled us over onto the floor. My back hit the rug, and he was immediately thrusting into me harder and more deeply than before. I cried out at the new angle, my hips shifting upward as he grabbed my right leg and pulled it up high over his shoulder. Drilling into me, my brother looked deep into my eyes and swore to make me his fucktoy.

And I came, harder than I’d ever come before, around the feel of his cock throbbing and spurting his seed deep inside of me.

The world grew quiet for a moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal. After what seemed like forever, Josh breathlessly kissed my cheek and squeezed a tender nipple.

“C’mon. We’ve got all night.”

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“What would you do for me James?”

As if in a hypnotic state, he just sat there staring at me with his cock in his hand. I asked again when he didn’t answer me. Then, instead of looking up at me, he continued staring at my pussy. As if I was a decadent dessert that he was about to eat, he had a sexually excited expression on his face.

“Sorry Mom,” he said looking up at my face instead of staring down at my pussy. “Did you say something?”

“What would you do for Mommy?” I asked him again this time in a sexier voice that was filled with incestuous lust while slowly lifting the hem of my nightgown and seductively spreading my legs, in case he needed a hint.

He watched me revealing my trimmed, blonde pussy to him as if I was opening an expensive gift box and I was. By lifting up my nightgown and spreading my legs, I was opening my own personal box to offer him entry to his own private playground. Mommy’s pussy was exposed right before my son’s horny eyes. I felt so wicked. I felt so aroused. As horny as he was, no doubt, I couldn’t wait for him to touch me, finger me, and lick me.

“I’d lick you,” he said staring at my exposed pussy while watching me finger myself.

Glad that he took the obvious hint, I was teasing him. It was so easy to tease my son. Only, what I did in flashing him my panty before, I escalated the teasing in flashing him my pussy now.

“Have you ever licked a pussy?” I asked continuing touching myself while watching his big cock throb in his hand.

“No,” he said looking from my cunt to my face before looking back at my cunt again.

It aroused me that I was flashing my son my pussy as much it aroused me that my son was staring at my pussy.

“I’ll be your culingus learning model,” I said with a sexy laugh. “You may use my pussy as your tool to practice before leaving Mommy’s nest to make love to other woman. We all must learn somewhere,” I said watching his reaction to my offer of sexual education before confessing my lurid, incestuous past.

“I’d like that,” he said.

“Forcing me to suck them, my uncle and my cousin taught me how to suck cocks when I was only 18-years-old and still a virgin. It’s only fair that I return the favor and teach my son how to lick his first pussy,” I said looking at him while waiting for him to respond. “Would you like me to teach you how to lick a pussy James?”

“Yes Mom,” he said. “I’d love for you to teach me how to lick a pussy.”

With me looking at him and him staring at me, never removing my fingers from pleasuring myself, he sat there so silently while watching me. Obviously, by the shocked look on his face, he was stunned that this incestuous, sexual exchange was finally happening. A long time coming, I was stunned myself that I finally found the courage to seduce my son. All it took for us to have forbidden sex was for him to finally take his first step across the incestuous line for me to do the rest. I couldn’t do it all alone. I needed him to willingly take this mother and son incestuous journey with me. Not wanting him to have disturbed memories of a mother seducing her son, with both of us going into this forbidden, sexual affair with our eyes wide open, I needed our first time together to be consensual.

“Something that will take you years to discover and something that most men never learn, I’ll show you want woman want James,” I said looking at him with as much sexual excitement as he was had on his face when looking at me.

“Thank you Mother,” he said meaning it.

“The first lesson is to put what you want aside to please the woman. The woman’s sexual pleasure comes first and you come second. Once you please her, she’ll please you. Once you give her what she wants, an orgasm, she’ll give you all that you want and more,” I said smiling after giving him my motherly advice.

“Thank you mother for teaching me,” he said.

“You’re welcome James. Now make yourself comfortable in front of Mommy,” I said spreading my legs even wider and wide enough to show him some pink.

“Even in dirty magazines, I’ve never seen a pussy in the light and up close before,” he said.

As if I was an artist’s model and he was an artist, I positioned myself in my chair so that the overhead light was shining down on my pussy. I looked down and my cunt was sex izle glistening with my secretions. Our first sexual time together, I couldn’t wait to feel my son touching me, fingering me, and licking me.

“Can you see?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Give me your finger,” I said taking his index finger in my hand. “Now touch me like this gently, not too rough, and not too fast. Yes. Good. Just like that. Do you feel that little bump right there?” I rubbed my bean with his finger before pressing his index finger down on my bean.

“Yes. I feel it. I feel it Mom,” he said with a nervous albeit sexually excited little laugh.

“That’s my bean. When you gently rub it like this,” I said gently rubbing my bean with his finger, “it makes me hot. Yes, just like that James. Rubbing Mommy like this is akin to having Mommy stroke your cock,” I said staring at his big prick.

Suddenly my mind was filled with the image of me touching his cock and stroking his cock. I couldn’t wait to touch him and to stroke him but I wanted him to do me first. I didn’t want to rush our first time together with him cumming all over my couch and falling asleep before sexually satisfying me. This was more about me than about him after all. I’m the one who lusted over him. I’m the one who wanted him. I’m the one who’s been teasing him for years. This was my chance to get all that I wanted from my son before he finds some woman and leaves me alone with my bad self.

“Let me try rubbing your bean myself without you holding my finger,” he said. “I like staring at your pussy while touching your pussy,” he said.

“And I like you staring at my pussy while rubbing my bean,” I said with a sexy laugh.

I watched his eyes staring at my big tits through my sheer nightgown. Already fully erect, my nipples were pushing hard against the thin, sheer material of my nightgown. Wanting to give him all that he wanted, I needed to make him even more sexually excited than he was so that he’d pleasure me before I pleasured him. With him staring at all that he wanted to see and all that I wanted to show him, I couldn’t want to remove my nightgown to show him my tits.

“May I feel your breasts through your nightgown mom?”

Being that he asked my permission to feel my breasts, going one better, I couldn’t wait to show him my breasts.

“Wait,” I said. “Most men enjoy playing with a woman’s tits and fingering her nipples while fingering and licking a pussy and I see that you’re no different,” I laughed.

I put my legs down, sat up in my chair, and lifted my bum to remove my nightgown. Slowly, teasingly, and lovingly, as if removing a shroud from an expensive painting at an art gallery, I watched his excited eyes go from my pussy to my tits when I removed my nightgown. I sat there, a proud mother as if teaching her son to fly and to soar, while my son stared at my naked body. Having seen glimpses of my naked body before, this was different now and much more exciting. Purposely naked in front of him, not more than two feet from one another, I was within reach of his horny hands.

“You have awesome tits Mom. They’re so big. They’re so shapely. They’re too perfect to be real,” he said looking up at me. “Are they real?”

“Of course they’re real,” I said with a laugh that my son would think I had breast implants.

“You have beautiful breasts Mom. The most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said. “So I take it that you like Mommy’s tits?”

I stared down at my breasts to see what he was seeing. I watched him staring at my tits before looking down at my breasts again with sexual excitement and incestuous naughtiness that I was sitting there naked before my son. Waiting to be sucked, my nipples were already so very erect and hard.

“I love your tits Mom,” he said withdrawing his finger from rubbing my bean to stare at my tits.

“Don’t be shy James. You may touch them, feel them, and squeeze them,” I said watching his hand reach out to touch, feel, and squeeze my breasts. “Yes, that’s right. Feel Mommy’s tits James.”

“They feel so firm,” he said touching them as if he was sticking his finger in dough. “Something I always wanted to do, I never thought I’d be feeling your tits Mom.”

“Don’t be afraid. They won’t break. Go ahead and fransız porno hold them in the palm of your hand. Feel them. Fondle them and caress them. I enjoy having my breasts touched in that way, especially when it’s you, my beautiful son, feeling my tits,” I said looking down to watch my son’s hands have their horny way with my big tits.

“Oh my God Mom, a sexual fantasy come true, I never thought I’d be sitting here seeing your pussy, fingering your pussy, seeing your tits, and touching your tits,” he said ignoring my pussy to run his hands all over my tits. “You’ve made me so happy.”

I looked down to watch my son’s hands having his way with my tits. It was so exciting to finally have him see my breasts and now for him to touch and feel my breasts was something that I’ve imagined for so very long while masturbating over the thoughts of this day.

“I like having my nipples fingered James,” I said while watching him touch my nipples with his fingers.

“You have big nipples Mom,” he said while fingering my nipples.

“You can pull them, turn them, and twist them. You won’t hurt me, so long as you don’t pull, turn, and twist them too hard. That’s good. Just like that,” I said. “Now while you’re fingering my nipples, finger my pussy,” I said while directing his finger to my hole. “Touch Mommy where no son should ever touch his mother,” I said with a dirty laugh that made him laugh too.

I watched him touch and finger me before closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of my son having his way with my naked body.

“If only my friends could see me now, they’d be jealous,” he said removing his star from my pussy to look up at my eyes before refocusing his stare to my breasts. “They’d wish that they could touch their mothers in the way that I’m touching you,” he said. “No doubt, they’d wish that they could see touch you in the way that I’m seeing and feeling your naked body now. You’re way hotter than all of their mothers.”

“Thank you James,” I said opening my eyes while suddenly thinking about my sons’ friends seeing me naked and feeling my body before gangbanging me. “That idea that you had about a mother and son sex club is a good idea. Maybe one day your friends can touch their mothers in the way that you’re touching me now,” I said with the imagined excitement of hosting a mother and son sex club. “Maybe one day you’re friends can explore my naked body in the way that you’re exploring my naked body now.”

“That would be so hot Mom for my friends to have sex with you while I had sex with their mothers,” he said. “I’d like to see that.”

“I’d like that too,” I said hoping that my telling him that I’d like to have sex with his friends and would enjoy watching him having sex with my friends would reinforce the idea in his head enough for him to do more than just talk about it.

“You’re so slippery wet Mom,” he said pulling his finger away.

In the way he’s been sniffing my panties while masturbating over my sexy lingerie, I was half expected him to lift his finger to his nose to sniff me. I couldn’t wait for him to lick me.

“Don’t be afraid James. It’s just a pussy. Touch me. Touch me deeper. Finger Mommy, James,” I said. “If you make me cum, Mommy will make you cum too.”

I watched him fingering me. I allowed him to experiment touching me with his fingers before showing him where and how to touch me again by holding his finger with my hand and redirecting it. I could feel the first signs of fire burning inside of me. My son was going to make me cum. My son was going to give me an orgasm. My son was making me his woman and I was making him my man.

“I’m not hurting you, am I Mom?”

“No not at all. What you’re doing feels good, really good. If you continue touching me in that way, you’ll make Mommy cum,” I said. “Would you like to make Mommy cum?”

“Yes, Mom, more than anything, I’d love to watch and hear you cum,” he said continuing to finger me.

When I said that he was going to make me cum, he continued rubbing me a little harder and faster while fingering a little longer and deeper. My sexual fantasy come true, I couldn’t believe my son’s fingers were inside of me. I couldn’t wait to suck his cock. I couldn’t wait for him to make love to me before fucking me, really fucking teen porno me.

“Look how big my nipples are,” I said looking down at my nipples before running a slow palm across them. “Suck my tits James. Suck Mommy’s tits. Mommy loves having her tits sucked while you finger her cunt. Take Mommy’s big nipples in your mouth and suck them,” I said putting my hand behind his neck and pulling him to me.

“Your breasts are so big Mom,” he said taking one nipple in his mouth before sucking the other nipple.

“Yes, that feels so good,” I said when he finally took my nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other before starting the sucking process all over again when taking turns with my nipples.

Something I so wanted to do but debated about doing, I feared I’d ruin the moment. It was one thing for me to flash and tease my son and quite another thing for me to expose myself to my son while showing him my naked body but it was quite another thing for me to kiss my son. It was one thing for me to masturbate myself while watching him masturbating himself but it was quite another thing for me to allow him to masturbate me. Now, taking it a step further, I wondered how he’d react to me kissing him.

Would he allow me to kiss him? Would he recoil when I slipped him my tongue? Would he return my kiss? Would he slip me his tongue? Wanting to kiss my so for so long, there was only one way to know.

I leaned down to kiss him. Before closing my eyes, I looked at his face. His eyes were wide open in the way that he looked the first time he saw me naked when barging in the bathroom as I was getting out of the shower. Then, when I parted his lips with my tongue, I closed my eyes. I was kissing my son. As if I was dreaming, I couldn’t believe I was kissing my son.

Then, when I felt his tongue against mine, I couldn’t believe it. I was French kissing my son and he was French kissing me. Our long, wet kisses heightened my lust for him. I couldn’t get enough of him. Obviously by the passion of his kisses, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I couldn’t stop kissing him. He continued feeling my tits, playing with my nipples, and fingering my pussy while kissing me. I was actually making out with my son.

“Would you like to taste me now?” I asked pulling away from his lips.

“Yes,” he said with a face full of nervous trepidation.

“Move closer and bring your head down lower,” I said watching him more his face so close to my cunt that I wanted to hump his mouth. I just wanted to grab him by his hair and mash his face in my pussy. Only, I didn’t want to frighten him. I didn’t want to ruin our first incestuous time together by rushing the sex. “Now flick out your tongue and lick me. Don’t be afraid. Lick Mommy James. Lick my pussy,” I said while watching my son licking me. “If you make me cum, I’ll suck your cock. Would you like Mommy to suck your cock James?”

“Are you kidding me? I’d love for you to suck my cock Mom. I can’t wait for you to suck my cock. Only…”

“Only what?”

“May I cum in your mouth?”

“Of course you may cum in my mouth,” I said with a laugh. “I’d love for you to cum in my mouth. I’ve love to taste my son’s cum,” I said dizzy with the thought of sucking my son to such sexually excitement for him to ejaculate in my mouth.

“And will you swallow?”

“Will I swallow you? Of course, I’ll swallow you. It wouldn’t be much of a blowjob if I didn’t swallow you,” I said with a sexy laugh. “Now don’t talk. Just lick. Lick me James. Lick Mommy.”

“Okay,” he said.

“Lick my entire pussy before sticking your tongue inside my hole and continue doing that several times. Then, while licking me, use your finger to fuck me. Fuck Mommy, James, with your long, stiff fingers as if you were fucking me with your cock.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, that’s right, lick and finger fuck mommy and use your other finger to rub my bean. Oh baby that feels so good,” I said leaning down to whisper my sexual pleasure in his ear. “That’s it. Right there baby. Right there James. Rub Mommy’s pussy while fucking Mommy’s pussy and fingering her nipples.”

“Oh my God Mom, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m going to make you cum,” he said.

“Don’t stop licking me James. Lick my blonde, trimmed pussy James. Don’t stop. Don’t stop licking me. I’m nearly there. Finger fuck me while rubbing my bean and, with your other hand, reach up to finger my nipples. Pinch them, pull them, turn them, and twist them. Mommy loves having her nipples fingered.

To be continued…

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I woke up to the smell of freshly cleaned carpets. You know the smell, a strong bleach-type aroma. My mother had been cleaning all morning. Holy shit, it was 12:07. I was still out of it from the day before, my 19th birthday. I sat on the edge of my bed for what seemed like twenty minutes, letting the air fill my nose, and exhaling it back into the dusty room.

I finally got up to go to my dresser and put some pajamas on. I could hear my mom vacuuming in the living room. I started to head to the door when I suddenly kicked something on the floor and it let out a yelp.

My dog. I kicked my dog. Whoops. I bent over in a squat position to pet him and apologize when I heard a sudden “RRRRIIIPP”.

Aw, shit my damn pajamas ripped exposing my boxer-wearing ass. Oh well. I continued to pet Cujo our Boxer-Labrador mix and he got up begging for me to open the door. I opened it and he went flying out and my mother came around the corner.

“Oh, hi honey,” she said while trying to avoid a speeding Cujo, “did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I slept fine, ma,” I replied groggily.

“I have breakfast set on the table if you want.”

I walked past her while she fiddled with the vacuum. Now, let me describe my mother. She was 42 years old, having me at a somewhat young age. She had nice flowing blonde hair, looking great for her age. She had very nice, smooth legs. She was very healthy looking. Not too big, not too skinny but just right. Her breasts were a nice D cup and she had a big firm butt.

I sat at the table, got my eggs, and my mom came over to talk.

“So, honey what’s it like being a grown up now?”

I shrugged, “I dunno, mom it feels kinda the same. I guess there’s really no difference.”

“My, how time flies. You know it seems like just yesterday I-“

“I know, I know mom. It seems like just yesterday you were changing my diapers. Get over it, lady.” I said with a smile.

“Listen here, you,” she said as she hit my shoulder, “just ’cause you’re 19 doesn’t mean you can talk to ME like that.”

“Oh really?” I said, getting out of my chair and getting in a fighting stance, “well, I don’t like gerçek porno your tone.”

“You don’t wanna fight me, sonny”

“Oh, I think I do,” I said as I lunged at her and picked her up by her waist, taking her over to the couch, and plopped her down.

“Hey, wait!” she said, laughing, “there’s an age and gender difference! I’m too old and too weak!”

Dylan sat next to her on the couch and just looked at her while she tried to rearrange herself. For the first time, he really got a good look at her and saw how good-looking she was. Her breasts even looked great. She looked so… so… sexy.

Wait what the hell am I talking about? This is my mom! I can’t be thinking about her like that.

“Well, Dylan, you definitely are stronger than me. I’m not like I used to be.” she said with a chuckle.

“I guess not mom. I think I’ll just be in my room for the day. If you need me just holler.”

–

My goodness, the way Dylan looked at me. I had never seen him look that way… it’s kind of turning me on. No, stop it. What am I doing? I should just focus on cleaning the house. Although, I do wonder… what would he be like in bed? He’s become such a strong young man. I bet he’s even greater… down there… what would his size be?

NO!

You can’t keep thinking like this. It’s wrong. But then again, what would the harm be? I wonder if… maybe I could try something…

–

“Dylan!” my mom called for me.

“Yeah?” I shouted back

“Can you come help me with this?”

“Yeah sure, hold on.”

I walked out of the room to discover my mom on her knees with her butt in the air facing me. She was looking under the couch for something.

“I lost the remote to the TV under here. Can you get it for me?”

“Yeah, uuhhh, sure mom.”

Dylan’s mom seductively backed up and got up on her feet. She pretended to wipe something off of her rear only to make her butt wiggle and tease Dylan.

As Dylan searched under the couch for the remote, his mom was eyeballing him and his muscles.

Wow… what big muscles he has…

Dylan eventually found the gay porno remote and handed it to his mom.

“Thank you, Dylan. You can go back to your room,” she said with a smile.

–

Wow, my mom has got some ass. I bet it’s really nice in the flesh, I thought as my pants started to rise.

Oh, shit. Better take care of this. I walked to my bathroom and pulled my pants down and gripped my shaft. I’m not gonna try to sound “cocky” but my dick was a whopping 11 inches. I thought about what it would look like in her vagina… in her ass… in her MOUTH. I let my lustful imagination go and soon enough I started to come.

My mom knocked on the door.

“Honey, if you want me I’ll be by the pool tanning.”

Oh wow. My mom is gonna be in a bikini? Damn, this I gotta see. I cleaned up and headed out to the patio where I found my mom. Without a top lying face-down.

Holy hot tamales…

“Hey, Dylan? Do you mind putting lotion on my back and my chest?”

“Uhhh, yeah sure mom.”

I grabbed the bottle of lotion and walked over to the lawn chair and got on my knees beside her, squirting the lotion onto my hand. I rubbed her back for about ten minutes, with her moaning at almost every stroke. This was really getting me hard.

“Ok, how about my chest now?” she asked lightly.

“Um, ok.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, honey.”

I assured that it was fine, hoping I didn’t sound too eager.

She flipped around and there they were. Two perfectly round D cup breasts. Wow, they were big. She had her eyes closed, so she didn’t see me staring them down, thankfully. I put some lotion on my hands and started rubbing her breasts, again with her moaning at almost every stroke. My god, they were so soft and squishy. After about twenty minutes of this, she got up, thanked me and headed to her room, calling me with her.

–

“Dylan,” she started, “that wasn’t weird for you, was it?”

“No, mom it was okay.”

“Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way…”

She started walking towards the door and then shut it.

“Dylan, I want you evli porno to know that I find you very very attractive. I think you’re a very good-looking man.”

“Uhh, thanks mom you look great too.”

She stepped closer, her breasts still exposed, her nipples getting harder every second.

“I just wanted to say that… I-“

I cut her off with a kiss. Not hard. But just soft enough to get a point across.

“Mom, I want to let you know that I’ve been having fantasies about you ever since this morning. Sexual fantasies. I wanted to tell you that.”

She took a step back and after a few seconds she replied…

“I have been too.”

And with that, she came up to me and planted her lips on mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt her breasts on my chest. I took off my shirt and laid her on the bed. We kissed each other passionately, using a bit of our tongue. I started to kiss down her neck until I reached her chest at which point I slipped one of her nipples into my mouth and began to suck on it.

“Ohhh, god, Dylan”

I worked my way down to her stomach and then to her bottom bikini. I grabbed the sides and slid them down her legs. I went back to her naval and kissed my way down to her now wet pussy. I circled around it with my tongue, flicking my tongue around her labia.

“Oh, god Dylan don’t tease me anymore please”

I obeyed her and found my way to her clitoris. Using a stupid but effective trick I found on the internet which is drawing the ABC’s with my tongue. She moaned and moaned with pleasure and with lust until her body began to convulse and she raised her pelvis. At this point she began her orgasm and came in my mouth.

Grabbing a condom, I slid my pants off and applied the condom to my penis.

“Dear god, Dylan you’re so big!”

“Thanks mom, and your tits are great too.”

We kissed as I slid my dick in her pussy and started pumping. Slow at first, and then harder and faster until I was fucking her so hard I thought my dick would come out through her mouth. Again, she began to buckle her hips and I felt myself about to come. I pulled out and took off the condom and came all over her face and tits.

“Ohhh, yes. That’s so good, Dylan,” she started wiping the cum off with her finger and sucking it, “you’re really something.”

After that, we lie next to each other and thought about what was to come (no pun intended).

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